Another punk-ass poser band
Writing half-ass jams with such vague insight
Rebellion stained with bullsh*t
Man these makeshift lyrics are f*cking worthless
'cause the words and phrases don’t carry weight
Without convictions behind them
So don’t sing to me if you don’t mean it
Ugh
I can’t believe you’d front the genre like this
One million records sold
One million dumb f*cks take a p*ss
And you get off it
Well here’s your f*cking three chord commercial appeal