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It's all just a game, right? But I forget the fuckin' shifty rules
I'm not a poet I suppose if the elite defeat the meter of my prose
And in no uncertain terms mines is a faith that isn't confirmed
Ask the Berkeley position and what you're hearing isn't worth the listen
But I don't want it all
I just want you
Don't get me all wrong, the scars were defensive wounds
I won't make a great liar, can't debate a taste I can't afford to acquire
Won't stoop down to clean up well
if your parents and friends think I looks like hell
So strike a proud pose
You drew the long straw just to cram it up your nose
You want a suit and tie to make band and multiply
Join the unsatisfied
You know what?
You're just not my type
- Album:
- Where The Sun Never Sets
- Here We Are
- Until We Die
- What The Fuck Will Change?
- Miscellaneous
- Earache/Pass The Time
- Earache Pass the Time
- The Kids Will Revolt Against All Authority
- Boston Massacre Comp
- Boston Massacre, Part 2
- Boston: A Punk and Hardcore Compilation!
- Punx Unite: Leaders of Today
- Pure Punk Rock Sampler #1
- Toxic Narcotic / A Global Threat
- Skins & Pinz 2
- Jailhouse 2013 Compilation