| I’m sorry that you’ve all gone soft
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| Advanced apologies required now for pissing you off?
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| I’ll deny all of this to your face
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| Quit claiming to be indie rock
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| Because you aren’t independent, and your rock and roll’s fucked
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| I’ll get the coffin, you supplied your own hammer
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| We’ll put a nail in it, I hope the scene can fit
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| We’ll throw it in the pit
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| As a sacrifice for middle aged men and screaming girls
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| Your scene is full of shit, so start killing it
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| Don’t be the hypocrite
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| The last teary-eyed thrift-store mope star in the world
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| A victim of the latest hoax
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| The iconoclasts have lied and you’re not in on the joke
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| Prove they’re not what they claim to be
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| Your money, gonna get your money, oh!
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| Criticize all that I’ve said
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| 'Cause if I wasn’t so pretentious, I’d cash in on the trend
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| Do lines, double fist pills, and O. D
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| Stop singin' it! |
| Stop singin' it!
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| You’re too serious!
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| How can you crack a smile if you can’t laugh at yourself?
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| You think you’re legit, you’re just the idiot
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| Here’s how to deal with it
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| Bringing the asshole and douchebag level down
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba
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| I’m not a part of your scene (ba ba)
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| Where fashion meets choreography
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| Your haircut is stupid, your pants are uncomfortable
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| You systematically plan every awkward forced guitar spin
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| Your emotion is a joke, your emotion is a joke
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| Your emotion’s B-U-L-L-fucking-shit!
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| (Ba ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da
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| Ba ba ba-ba-ba-da, ah!)
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| All your favorite bands do coke, sorry
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| Stop singin' it! |
| Stop singin' it!
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| It’s too serious!
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| How can you crack a smile if you can’t laugh at yourself?
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| You think you’re legit, you’re just the idiot
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| Here’s how to deal with it
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| Bringing the asshole and douchebag level down, oh!
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| Stop singing that shit, we’re tired of it
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| Start killing it, start killing it
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| Kick the baggage and the ego to the ground
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| (Please, please, please, please, please)
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| Stop singing that shit, we’re so tired of it
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| Start killing it, oh, so I can
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| Kick the rotting carcass of your sound
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| «What you’ve got is, uh, a whole miserable subculture» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song People Pops & Fudgesicles for the Hit Factory , by - The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches. Song from the album Three Cheers for Disappointment, in the genre Альтернатива