Let Satan flow through your veins. You fuck.
Your bad poetry spews from a glossy insert. What the fuck am I reading? A Shakespearean sonnet 20 pages long or the words of a three chord hardcore
How the fuck can you feel alive when you struggle to stand on a 7.5? And what the fuck are you doing this for when your wheel size is less than a 44?
Bash us on your message boards. Talk shit in your fucking cliques. Act like the "better person" because you don't know where we're coming from. Take
I won't openly admit it but I envy your flawless dance moves. Hardcore inferiority slaps me in the face when you mosh me by. Why wasn't I moshing?
Don't put your hand near my mouth while I'm eating or you're loosing a finger. Vegan, bloodmouth, it doesn't matter. Eat what you call fun on a fucking
Sucked into another pointless debate about stupid shit to which I can't relate. Apathy's in and I'm blocking you out. Because I've got better shit to
A hard posse storms the stage as David Holmes prepares to wage war. But this crew brought their secret weapon - an X'ed up Zeke with a gelled up cut who
I could have just made a new friend but this record session just wouldn't end. You force conversation every day. Shut your mouth. Get the fuck away
Remembering the days of not too long ago. Up at 1. Jerking off 4 times a day. Sitting on the couch and watching my ass grow. Where the fuck did
Inside jokes that I don't get making me despise your crew. When the bands aren't playing it sounds like I'm at a fucking zoo. Not funny or amusing. Just
But what's on the inside doesn't matter. Ripped to shreads.
5 Jocks starting some shit. One by one they eat cement as well as their words. Fucked with the wrong "skater faggot". When my eyes saw those 7 seconds
Phish and skateboarding is an oxymoron. A rolling disgrace. A slap in the face. A fucking eyesore. I clench my fists because you take no risks.
I hope when you reach the top you fall and fucking die. Talk the talk. Dress the same. Your act's a fucking lie. Bullshited. Prepackaged. Predictable
Did you hear about the new trend? Wearing your hair like an asshole is what's in. Eyeshadow, nailpolish, tight black clothes make me want to stomp
Started out as honest dudes, even though your music sucked. Then somewhere along the lines your sense of morals became corrupt. Now you're playing
As a band, we joke a lot. We're not as serious as Portraits of Past. But if this 7" gets a bad review, we'll kill you. You've been around for a while
