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