Luyện nghe bài hát Back to the Motor League

I to party fucking hard
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 League me
who live vicariously
before I'm forced to 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 grenade

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 to your bullshit.

Who

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

It never ceases to me and as I'm suffering
your perfection it reminds me of my own
mouthed
to my own sad history of
Teated
Amish
hats

brawls.
But what have we
15 years later it still reeks of 'Swill and Conformists
their 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
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 to perform within a framework of obedience.
Just ask the candy-coated rock-bands selling shoes
rounding off the jagged edgesfor venture-capitalists, competing messages,