Take Your Own Advice Lyrics & Chords By Nothing Painted Blue

You've got the self-styled aesthete

And the armchair athlete

And the prosecutor telling gruesome tales

But you can nurse that old gripe

Until the sour grapes turn ripe

But the cross you're on is short a couple nails

And you told your friends/it wouldn't be paradise

And you scold your friends/for wanting a bigger slice

You'd better take your own, take your own advice

You've got the air duct creaking

And the feedback shrieking

'til it makes you want to holler, "oh shit, coach!"

But when the units won't shift

Until you use a forklift

You might as well rethink your whole approach

And I know that once/they were one you like white on rice

You can blow that once/but it's not gonna happen twice

You'd better take your own, take your own advice

Hollywood to Hartford

Flooding out to Fargo

America by dartboard

As bitter high-school loners

Turn into attorneys, professors and home-owners

But you tell yourself/it's better to be precise

You could sell yourself/if you lower the asking price

You'd better take your own, take your own advice