So how the fuck did we Even get on this show Some promoter must have had to fit a stylistic status quo I thought all the project bands have brainwashed all the Punk Rock executives I’m breathing air into the underground after it was left in the street for dead
I can’t feel my hands I’m too drunk to find my mind I don’t want to talk to some screamo kid about how much he digs Sublime I’m dying in a club that’s pumping ACME through its P.A. Forever hated by this industry but still finding a way on stage
It’s fading Can no one tell?
So this is your first tour I bet a beer that it’s your last Don’t bother stickering the bathroom kid I’ll be covering it in March I read your autobiography and frankly it don’t make sense Man, I can’t believe I’m sharing a stage with this shitty INXS
It’s faded Can no one Tell, me where it went wrong? Tell, me where it went wrong The underground Tell, me where it all went wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
