| Late at night I find myself again
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| Workin' in front of the PC screen.
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| And the more I check my mail,
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| The more my heart breakes,
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| I got my own spleen:
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| There’s someone,
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| Not even able to write,
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| He says he’s got my cd and he wanna die…
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| Fueling my hate,
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| He does not understand…
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| He writes we really suck:
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| Me and my band!
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| Before writin' your review on us try to understand, motherfucker!
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| Listen something new, open your mind!
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| Then I control his own FB profile:
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| He plays in a band with no original style!
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| I listen to some tracks and then… I smile!
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| Probably they’ve got some issues of envy:
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| They really cannot play… almost… well… uhm… how can I say?
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| … Just try!
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| Before writin' your review on us try to understand, motherfucker!
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| Listen something new, open your mind!
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| Before writin' your review on us try to understand, motherfucker!
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| Listen something new, open your mind!
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| So what you think… We really suck… And you will say: «Bleah!»
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| Next cd… Will be worst… And you will say: «Bleah!»
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| Before writin' your review on us try to understand, motherfucker!
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| Listen something new, open your mind!
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| Before writin' your review on us try to understand, motherfucker!
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| Listen something new, open your mind! |