| Take a look at your haircut, you’re killing me
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| Take a look at your glasses, you’re killing me
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| Placement of the piercings, you’re killing me
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
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| Take a look at your ripped jeans, you’re killing me
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| Take a look at your Converse, you’re killing me
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| Get a shirt that fits you, you’re killing me
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
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| Someone the other day was telling me about marketing
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| And how it’s so important for a band to sell a t-shirt
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| I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing
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| And now we’re just a breeding ground for more and more consumers
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| Sellout, shmellout, it’s not about that
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| But all my problems seem to stem from cash
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| I got my beliefs and I don’t care if they’re right
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| But if we don’t meet our quota, man, we’re gonna get into another fight
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| Soon we’ll be in the clear when we get out of here
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| Where style is function and our egos make us fight
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| For now we’ll live in fear, we’re not sexy enough for this atmosphere
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| Someone blow it up tonight, we’ll fight, fight, fight, fight
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| Take a look at your haircut, you’re killing me
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| Take a look at your glasses, you’re killing me
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| Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me?
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
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| Williamsburg has got the lights down low
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| And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry
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| A singer with a thrift amp — «vintage circuitry»
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| On the cover of Bop or Seventeen
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| I’m so lonely, life is empty
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| Where’s my coke and fucking money?
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| Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy
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| He said «My job’s looking good and someone else can write the songs for me»
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| Soon we’ll be in the clear when we get out of here
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| Where style is function and our egos make us fight
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| For now we’ll live in fear, we’re not sexy enough for this atmosphere
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| Someone blow it up tonight, please blow it up tonight
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| Now we’re cloning sheep
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| Writing garbage in their diaries
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| Reading their AP
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| And watching Fuse TV
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| Kill it, c’est la vie
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| Fashion show equals your scene
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| Bomb the industry, yeah
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| Then run away or watch the blast
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| I’m getting out so kiss my ass
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| I’m going nowhere, nowhere fast
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| I’m going nowhere, nowhere fast |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Does Your Face Hurt? No? 'Cause It's Killing Me!!! , by - Bomb The Music Industry!. Song from the album Album Minus Band, in the genre Панк