COMING HOME

My face was on the TV
Voted for me on the phone
I did not make it, so I am coming home.
Told myself I would not cry,
Not on channel two.
But that's how you voted.

So I lost the game
Where all of my dreams would be made.
My last chance of hope
Would be to audition for next year's show.
I'm not sure quite why.
That girl was voted over this cool guy.
She can't sing, it's just
That she has an extremely large bust.

No one knows my name
Just because I did not win the game
I'm not known too much
Though I should have been voted as such.

My head is in pain,
This parody doesn't have shame.
Yes, it is messed up
And I am to blame.
And this whole song sounds exactly the same

I went home-today
Even though I really can sing.
In the state of mind
That the winner has to look nice

THE ABILITY TO CHOOSE

Well nobody cares
What goes in their ears
All anyone cares is what the guy wears
Well nobody cares
What goes in their ears
All anyone cares is what the guy wears

People calling to vote them out now
Have the ability on who to keep
They can decide who will leave now
It's built "round their world, that's not appealing

I think it should be up to the judge now
They wouldn't go and vote out those with bigger bellies
The contestants all have anxiety now
They have to be though
That's unrelated

Nobody cares about their ears
Evr-ybody don't care what they hear
Nobody cares about their ears
They don't care about what they hear

Who cares what they
Sound like when they sing?
They don't care about that now
I just wanna CD
To which people are listening
All I care about right now.

Aah-oh, Aah-oh, Aah-oh, Aah-oh
Right!
The singing dream ain't for me!

REJECTED

I felt upset while watching the TV
I felt a bit like puking
More than I could bear

My fav-o-rite one
Just got voted off
Guess I should have called the phone
Then he'd be here.

I am comatose
Because I was in shock
And I felt a bit sickly,
I'm thinkin'

(There you go)
nobody liked you, the all reject you.
(There you go)
they're all laughing at you, but you're good.
(There you go)
nobody liked you, the all reject you.
(There you go)
they're all laughing at you, but you're good.
(There you go go go go)

THE PLOT OF MY LIFE

Geez Ha

I've got a pain in my hand
I think it's because I write
So for right now let's change topic
And talk about my life
I got a nice little house
But I do not own a car
But I own a set of drums
And an acoustic guitar
I never eat any pork
I got no money to pay
I never drank or smoken nothin'
Once in all my life's days
The end of my break
End of my break
End-of-my break!

COMING HOME AGAIN

Hey!
There he goes walking down the street
Seems to me his place was taken-yes, he was beat.
You can tell from his face and frown that he lost first place
It blows my mind, why didn't he just win?
I think that is the way it should have been, now.
Go home they yell, it doesn't seem they care.
You can feel the heat

While we are waiting to see who's out, but soon goes to a break.
You can tell that this situation really puts him down.
Has to go home to dad and mom
I guess we might as well
Ruin culture more.

Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.

I don't think that it's funny,
But here I am, writing a song.
That's in a special format, oh.
Made to be funny, now that is wrong.

Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.
Home, he's going home, my friend.

Nobody liked you
They all reject you
They're all laughing at you
Though you're good.