| Straight in the door But already you know
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| The way that you want the music too go
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| No intention for anything more, Recycled sounds are what you came here for
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| Now i love the beat but i need to shout
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| And if you missed the point of the band
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| then plug in your brain and try and chill out
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| Now i spit a little bit about what i think is wrong
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| Run along if you cannot hack the song
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| You see a band is alive and it grows and it flows
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| And it shows that the path of sound is long
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| Its a wide mind culture thing
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| When the band can bring every style and put it in
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| You reject it, theres the exit
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| Big fat noise but your point is wearing thin
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| You turn your head cause it doesnt go your way
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| Thats fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say
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| Why dont you play some ska?
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| You see deep undergound, explorers have found
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| Its not bad thing if you take to another sound
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| You can pick and mix with your music fix
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| Theres a lot of stuff around
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| You only like one kind of tune, Complain that theres no room
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| To play about, but you can mix things up without a doubt
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| You turn your head cause it doesnt go your way
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| Thats fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say
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| Why dont you play some ska? |