Lyrics Jock Powerviolence - Weekend Nachos

Jock Powerviolence

Me and my jock friends
Are jumping on a trend
A style that was never cool
Until you fucking posers made your fucking claim
Man is the bastard skulls
What a surprise
You fucking wimps have got the formula memorized
Infest worship, crossed out riffs
We don’t know nothing so please guide us you fucking pricks
I stopped trying to be cool a long time ago
I laugh to myself as I see you come and go
Make up rules for your friends to live by
I’ll keep doing things my way while you fucking cry
Prove nothing to elitist children
I’ll let you talk — I owe you nothing
Nothing