He writes the songs, for the people He writes the songs, I don't think so He plays guitar, and looks sexy You go to shows, who's the dummy
Buy, buy, American pie, A corporate made creation so godawful I could cry Last song sounded as bad as the first, How could you pay more to do worse Don't forget all the common people, There is no hell to pay, there is no good or evil The limo ride downtown With all of your security keep the fans at bay Protect your punk monopoly!
Punkout!
He plays the crap, with no conviction He plays the crap, no one will miss him There must be a point, we find it funny There must be a hole, for all your moneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
