Luyện nghe bài hát Back to the Motor League

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

So back to the League with me
who live vicariously
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, death-threats and
and wieners on straight-edge.

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

Who

off.
...about stupid scenes, your shitty zines,
the you build up to burn.

It never to amaze me and as I'm suffering
your perfection it me of my own race
mouthed
to redress my own sad of
bulls
Amish
hats

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

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

to the Motor League.
Success, the ability to within a framework of obedience.
Just ask the candy-coated Joy-Cam selling shoes
rounding off the jagged edgesfor venture-capitalists, silencing messages,