Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Windspitting Punk, artist - Swingin Utters. Album song A Juvenile Product of the Working Class, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 09.09.1996
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Windspitting Punk |
Give me just a second to grasp your two-bit theories |
As that’s more than enough time I need to see through their innate queries |
You’re telling me to shape up or ship out |
But I’d never shape myself for something so offending as you and your kind |
One day you sweetly sigh and say to yourself |
«Music's my religion and I’m born again» |
Next week your muse has got some corporate cash |
And all of a sudden the tunes are crap keep your politics to yourself |
Kid to me you’re just spitting wind a windspitting punk |
With high-brow views a P.C. |
fool |
Who’s saying nothing new again and again |
What about the kids, piss-poor people and the broke or the sluts with |
overflowing pockets? |
Or the cursed fucks, pointin' pistols at the pope |
Are they just martyrs fallen from your graces? |