Luyện nghe bài hát Back to the Motor League

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

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

Back to the Motor I go.
Once thought I a lucky hand.
Turned out to be a live

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

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

Who

off.
...about your stupid scenes, your zines,
the you build 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
bulls
Amish
hats

brawls.
But what we here?
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, our prayer: take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews and
your politics.
my hair and stick 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 rock-bands selling shoes
rounding off the jagged venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages,