Luyện nghe bài hát Back to the Motor League

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

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

Back to the Motor I go.
thought I drew a lucky hand.
Turned out to be a grenade

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

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

Who

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

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

Lord, hear our take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews and
your politics.
my hair and stick me on a ten-speed.
I guess life is 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 edgesfor venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages,