Luyện nghe bài hát Fifteen Stitches And A Headache

I a math teacher I had in 7th grade,
he down to me about every single day.
And to make the matters worse, the bastard me too
so for the first time in my life I raised my fist and "Fuck you".
That was the me I thought that I was going to become.
I made no mistakes and I made everything got done
by me and no one else but now I let others decide.
I've so indolent should I just go run and hide.
How every song I write has some ska breakdown.
And why do I care if my change?
How come it feels like is talking about me behind my back
again my old friends?
And when is this transcend?
Comfortable mediocrity-- at our mediocre scene.
Who cares? I've got no of self esteem.
Is this we want it to be? A mediocre scene
where you're skapunkemohardcore or you're not cool Suck me.
I used to say "Hey, you can't to me like that"
and I to be short and I used to be fat.
I remember when the kids used to pick on me,
but I don't now cause I have your money.
But I remember saying that I'd them who's the man.
They'd try to get on my good side so I book their band.
And I'd say "no" but now I just don't care grudges hurt the scene.
What's the difference between keeping your spine and just mean?
I feel like it was not my to have this label.
But we knew where we heading from the start.
I can still voice my so listen hard damn well to me.
Music segregation's shit. Tear lines apart.
Let's on what I call we. "We're sooo ruling the scene.
I with Edna's and Dan Deacon's friends with me."
I'm not its trendy, but where's the variety.
"You're skapunkemohardcore or not cool enough for me."
If you see Geller never ever shake his hand,
just him in the ass.
He in the band.