Luyện nghe bài hát Back to the Motor League

I like to party fucking
I like my rock and the same
give a fuck if I burn out
Don't give a if I fade away.

So back to the Motor with me
who vicariously through
before I'm to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public
college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum.

Back to the League I go.
thought I drew a lucky hand.
Turned out to be a live

of "anarchists"
and Mommy's-little-skinheads, death-threats and
and drunk on straight-edge.

Who
off.
I'd rather hi-lite Trip-Tiks than listen to bullshit.

Who

off.
...about your stupid scenes, your zines,
the straw-men you up to burn.

It never ceases to amaze me and as I'm
your perfection it me of my own race
feet
to my own sad history of
Teated
phone-books
Eaten

brawls.
But have we here?
15 years later it reeks of 'Swill and Chickenshit Conformists
with their in the air;
like-father, like-son "rebels bloated on korn, and bizkits.

Lord, hear our prayer: take back Amy Grant mosh-crews and
fair-weather politics.
Blow-dry my and stick me on a ten-speed.
I guess life is just a contest.

to the Motor League.
Success, the ability to perform a framework of obedience.
Just ask the Joy-Cam rock-bands selling shoes
rounding off the edgesfor venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages,