| Song | Anti-Manifesto |
| Artist | Propagandhi |
| Album | Where Quantity Is Job No.1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Propa Gandhi | |
| Dance and laugh and play | |
| Ignore the message we convey | |
| It seems we're only | |
| Here to entertain | |
| A rebellion cut-to-fit | |
| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it | |
| While we entertain | |
| We're still knee-deep in shit | |
| There's something wrong inside | |
| We've played it safe, enjoyed the ride | |
| You won't like this | |
| But I've something to confide | |
| We stand for something more | |
| Than a faded sticker on a skateboard | |
| Now we've rained on your parade | |
| And we're out the door | |
| And I don't even care any fucking more | |
| Witness this pair in accomplice | |
| Witness this pair; lethargic, unconscious | |
| No brows furrowed in question | |
| Complacent, completing their tasks | |
| No questions asked | |
| Consider this critic a cretin | |
| Just resting on laurels completely invented | |
| Word acrobatics performed | |
| With both harness and net | |
| I'm so full of shit | |
| But I will remain | |
| Til this self-awareness fades | |
| Til I defeat the purpose of this | |
| Soapbox that you made | |
| That you made | |
| Hope, perseverance | |
| A vision, some doubt | |
| Green ink, a 26 oz. | |
| A bad case of big-mouth | |
| A sum of our parts | |
| And I've never laughed harder | |
| A song in our hearts | |
| And I've never laughed harder | |
| It don't really matter' | |
| Cuz nothing's ever felt | |
| As right as this | |
| By the way, | |
| I stole this riff | |
| Dance and laugh and play | |
| Ignore the message we convey | |
| It seems we're only | |
| Here to entertain | |
| A rebellion cut-to-fit | |
| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it | |
| While we entertain | |
| We're still knee-deep in shit, in shit | |
| And we're so full of it |
| zuo ci : Propa Gandhi | |
| Dance and laugh and play | |
| Ignore the message we convey | |
| It seems we' re only | |
| Here to entertain | |
| A rebellion cuttofit | |
| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it | |
| While we entertain | |
| We' re still kneedeep in shit | |
| There' s something wrong inside | |
| We' ve played it safe, enjoyed the ride | |
| You won' t like this | |
| But I' ve something to confide | |
| We stand for something more | |
| Than a faded sticker on a skateboard | |
| Now we' ve rained on your parade | |
| And we' re out the door | |
| And I don' t even care any fucking more | |
| Witness this pair in accomplice | |
| Witness this pair lethargic, unconscious | |
| No brows furrowed in question | |
| Complacent, completing their tasks | |
| No questions asked | |
| Consider this critic a cretin | |
| Just resting on laurels completely invented | |
| Word acrobatics performed | |
| With both harness and net | |
| I' m so full of shit | |
| But I will remain | |
| Til this selfawareness fades | |
| Til I defeat the purpose of this | |
| Soapbox that you made | |
| That you made | |
| Hope, perseverance | |
| A vision, some doubt | |
| Green ink, a 26 oz. | |
| A bad case of bigmouth | |
| A sum of our parts | |
| And I' ve never laughed harder | |
| A song in our hearts | |
| And I' ve never laughed harder | |
| It don' t really matter' | |
| Cuz nothing' s ever felt | |
| As right as this | |
| By the way, | |
| I stole this riff | |
| Dance and laugh and play | |
| Ignore the message we convey | |
| It seems we' re only | |
| Here to entertain | |
| A rebellion cuttofit | |
| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it | |
| While we entertain | |
| We' re still kneedeep in shit, in shit | |
| And we' re so full of it |
| zuò cí : Propa Gandhi | |
| Dance and laugh and play | |
| Ignore the message we convey | |
| It seems we' re only | |
| Here to entertain | |
| A rebellion cuttofit | |
| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it | |
| While we entertain | |
| We' re still kneedeep in shit | |
| There' s something wrong inside | |
| We' ve played it safe, enjoyed the ride | |
| You won' t like this | |
| But I' ve something to confide | |
| We stand for something more | |
| Than a faded sticker on a skateboard | |
| Now we' ve rained on your parade | |
| And we' re out the door | |
| And I don' t even care any fucking more | |
| Witness this pair in accomplice | |
| Witness this pair lethargic, unconscious | |
| No brows furrowed in question | |
| Complacent, completing their tasks | |
| No questions asked | |
| Consider this critic a cretin | |
| Just resting on laurels completely invented | |
| Word acrobatics performed | |
| With both harness and net | |
| I' m so full of shit | |
| But I will remain | |
| Til this selfawareness fades | |
| Til I defeat the purpose of this | |
| Soapbox that you made | |
| That you made | |
| Hope, perseverance | |
| A vision, some doubt | |
| Green ink, a 26 oz. | |
| A bad case of bigmouth | |
| A sum of our parts | |
| And I' ve never laughed harder | |
| A song in our hearts | |
| And I' ve never laughed harder | |
| It don' t really matter' | |
| Cuz nothing' s ever felt | |
| As right as this | |
| By the way, | |
| I stole this riff | |
| Dance and laugh and play | |
| Ignore the message we convey | |
| It seems we' re only | |
| Here to entertain | |
| A rebellion cuttofit | |
| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it | |
| While we entertain | |
| We' re still kneedeep in shit, in shit | |
| And we' re so full of it |