歌曲 | Back to the Motor League |
歌手 | Propagandhi |
专辑 | Live From Occupied Territory |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I like to party ****ing hard | |
I like my rock and roll the same | |
Don't give a **** if | |
I burn out | |
Don't give a **** if | |
I fade away. | |
So back to the | |
Motor League with mewho live vicariously throughbefore | |
I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying publictortured-artist college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum. | |
Back to the | |
Motor League | |
I go.Once thought | |
I drew a lucky hand. | |
Turned out to be a live grenadeof play-acting "anarchists"and | |
Mommy's-little-skinheads, death-threats and sycophantsand wieners drunk on straight-edge. | |
Who cares? | |
**** off.I'd rather hi-lite | |
Trip-Tiks than listen to your bullshit. | |
Who cares**** off....about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines,the straw-men you build up to burn. | |
It never ceases to amaze me and as | |
I'm sufferingyour perfection it reminds me of my own racemouthed feetto redress my own sad history of | |
Teated bulls | |
Amish phone-books | |
Eaten hats | |
Drunken brawls. | |
But what have we here?15 years later it still reeks of ' | |
Swill and | |
Chickenshit | |
Conformistswith their fists in the air;like-father, like-son "rebels” bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits.Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews andyour fair-weather politics.Blow-dry my hair and stick me on a ten-speed.I guess life is just a popularity contest.Back to the Motor League.Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience.Just ask the candy-coated Joy-Cam rock-bands selling shoesrounding off the jagged edgesfor venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages, |
I like to party ing hard | |
I like my rock and roll the same | |
Don' t give a if | |
I burn out | |
Don' t give a if | |
I fade away. | |
So back to the | |
Motor League with mewho live vicariously throughbefore | |
I' m forced to face the wrath of a wellheeled buying publictorturedartist collegerock and floorpunching macho pabulum. | |
Back to the | |
Motor League | |
I go. Once thought | |
I drew a lucky hand. | |
Turned out to be a live grenadeof playacting " anarchists" and | |
Mommy' slittleskinheads, deaththreats and sycophantsand wieners drunk on straightedge. | |
Who cares? | |
off. I' d rather hilite | |
TripTiks than listen to your bullshit. | |
Who cares off.... about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines, the strawmen you build up to burn. | |
It never ceases to amaze me and as | |
I' m sufferingyour perfection it reminds me of my own racemouthed feetto redress my own sad history of | |
Teated bulls | |
Amish phonebooks | |
Eaten hats | |
Drunken brawls. | |
But what have we here? 15 years later it still reeks of ' | |
Swill and | |
Chickenshit | |
Conformistswith their fists in the air likefather, likeson " rebels" bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits. Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant moshcrews andyour fairweather politics. Blowdry my hair and stick me on a tenspeed. I guess life is just a popularity contest. Back to the Motor League. Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience. Just ask the candycoated JoyCam rockbands selling shoesrounding off the jagged edgesfor venturecapitalists, silencing competing messages, |
I like to party ing hard | |
I like my rock and roll the same | |
Don' t give a if | |
I burn out | |
Don' t give a if | |
I fade away. | |
So back to the | |
Motor League with mewho live vicariously throughbefore | |
I' m forced to face the wrath of a wellheeled buying publictorturedartist collegerock and floorpunching macho pabulum. | |
Back to the | |
Motor League | |
I go. Once thought | |
I drew a lucky hand. | |
Turned out to be a live grenadeof playacting " anarchists" and | |
Mommy' slittleskinheads, deaththreats and sycophantsand wieners drunk on straightedge. | |
Who cares? | |
off. I' d rather hilite | |
TripTiks than listen to your bullshit. | |
Who cares off.... about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines, the strawmen you build up to burn. | |
It never ceases to amaze me and as | |
I' m sufferingyour perfection it reminds me of my own racemouthed feetto redress my own sad history of | |
Teated bulls | |
Amish phonebooks | |
Eaten hats | |
Drunken brawls. | |
But what have we here? 15 years later it still reeks of ' | |
Swill and | |
Chickenshit | |
Conformistswith their fists in the air likefather, likeson " rebels" bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits. Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant moshcrews andyour fairweather politics. Blowdry my hair and stick me on a tenspeed. I guess life is just a popularity contest. Back to the Motor League. Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience. Just ask the candycoated JoyCam rockbands selling shoesrounding off the jagged edgesfor venturecapitalists, silencing competing messages, |