Luyện nghe bài hát Back to the Motor League

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

So back to the League with me
who vicariously through
before I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying
tortured-artist college-rock and macho pabulum.

Back to the Motor I go.
Once thought I drew a hand.
out to be a live grenade

of "anarchists"
and Mommy's-little-skinheads, and sycophants
and wieners on straight-edge.

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

Who

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

It never to amaze me and as I'm suffering
your perfection it reminds me of my own
mouthed
to redress my own sad of
Teated
Amish
Eaten

brawls.
But what have we
15 years later it still of 'Swill and Chickenshit Conformists
their fists in the air;
like-father, "rebels bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits.

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

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