Verse 1:

High in the mountains, late at night

Where the air is clear and my mind is too

I write these songs with a hook so tight

I revise the melody till it comes out right..

Verse 2:

Then I play my art to oblivious Drunks

Shouting at their friends and laughing like punks

And all my verses are background noise

With a silence at the end so people can clap

Chorus:

So shut up you assholes I’m singing

Just listen to the song and the soul that I’m bringing

With every verse that works, that isn’t to long

So shut for a second and listen to my song

Bridge:

The wind and snow, they may come and go

But my songs remain, steadfast and bold

Like flowers in the spring they will loft your soul 

So shut up and listen you fucking assholes.

-Doug Armitage