| As a starter, lemme tell you this: there are no good or bad styles in the scene
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| Only good and bad bands, sons of whores and friends
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| In any case, you change your style more than you change your underwear
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| Lemme tell you this: it’s just another logo from the H and M brand
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| And we know all about them (way too much!)
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| So, either you do, or you do not!
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| Either you do or you keep your mouth shut!
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| And on the side of the know-it-all, the coolest one is always the most cynical
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| And the most bored of them…
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| So that our fucking scene can outlive them!
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| Now that we’re at it, let’s talk about music:
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| Sons of bitches that make us dance dig (Marilyn) Manson or copy (Tim) Armstrong
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| They talk about bombs but the only ones they plant are coming out of their asses
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| After having sold them to the rock tabloids. |
| MTV…
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| Going back to a high school lifestyle after twenty…
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| They would sell their life away only to do it but what they don’t know
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| Is that they’ve already done
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| Spending it gulping down illusions the way bad weeds gulp down sour waters
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| Where are punk rock and ethics in this mess?!
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| They’ve been sold out on e-bay
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| The last auction before the final curtain
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| It’s your sad lot in life but it’s a consolation one:
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| Hanging out in the so-called right places convincing yourself you’re still on
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| the right side
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| Loser! |