Back To The Motor League

Back To The Motor League Lyrics

Song Back To The Motor League
Artist Propagandhi
Album Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes
Download Image LRC TXT
I like to party fucking hard
I like my rock and roll the same
Don't give a fuck if
I burn out
Don't give a fuck if
I fade away.
So back to the
Motor League with mewho live vicariously throughbefore
I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying publictortured-artist college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum.
Back to the
Motor League
I go.Once thought
I drew a lucky hand.
Turned out to be a live grenadeof play-acting "anarchists"and
Mommy's-little-skinheads, death-threats and sycophantsand wieners drunk on straight-edge.
Who cares?
Fuck off.I'd rather hi-lite
Trip-Tiks than listen to your bullshit.
Who caresFuck off....about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines,the straw-men you build up to burn.
It never ceases to amaze me and as
I'm sufferingyour perfection it reminds me of my own racemouthed feetto redress my own sad history of
Teated bulls
Amish phone-books
Eaten hats
Drunken brawls.
But what have we here?15 years later it still reeks of '
Swill and
Chickenshit
Conformistswith their fists in the air;like-father, like-son "rebels” bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits.Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews andyour fair-weather politics.Blow-dry my hair and stick me on a ten-speed.I guess life is just a popularity contest.Back to the Motor League.Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience.Just ask the candy-coated Joy-Cam rock-bands selling shoesrounding off the jagged edgesfor venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages,
I like to party fucking hard
I like my rock and roll the same
Don' t give a fuck if
I burn out
Don' t give a fuck if
I fade away.
So back to the
Motor League with mewho live vicariously throughbefore
I' m forced to face the wrath of a wellheeled buying publictorturedartist collegerock and floorpunching macho pabulum.
Back to the
Motor League
I go. Once thought
I drew a lucky hand.
Turned out to be a live grenadeof playacting " anarchists" and
Mommy' slittleskinheads, deaththreats and sycophantsand wieners drunk on straightedge.
Who cares?
Fuck off. I' d rather hilite
TripTiks than listen to your bullshit.
Who caresFuck off.... about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines, the strawmen you build up to burn.
It never ceases to amaze me and as
I' m sufferingyour perfection it reminds me of my own racemouthed feetto redress my own sad history of
Teated bulls
Amish phonebooks
Eaten hats
Drunken brawls.
But what have we here? 15 years later it still reeks of '
Swill and
Chickenshit
Conformistswith their fists in the air likefather, likeson " rebels" bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits. Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant moshcrews andyour fairweather politics. Blowdry my hair and stick me on a tenspeed. I guess life is just a popularity contest. Back to the Motor League. Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience. Just ask the candycoated JoyCam rockbands selling shoesrounding off the jagged edgesfor venturecapitalists, silencing competing messages,
I like to party fucking hard
I like my rock and roll the same
Don' t give a fuck if
I burn out
Don' t give a fuck if
I fade away.
So back to the
Motor League with mewho live vicariously throughbefore
I' m forced to face the wrath of a wellheeled buying publictorturedartist collegerock and floorpunching macho pabulum.
Back to the
Motor League
I go. Once thought
I drew a lucky hand.
Turned out to be a live grenadeof playacting " anarchists" and
Mommy' slittleskinheads, deaththreats and sycophantsand wieners drunk on straightedge.
Who cares?
Fuck off. I' d rather hilite
TripTiks than listen to your bullshit.
Who caresFuck off.... about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines, the strawmen you build up to burn.
It never ceases to amaze me and as
I' m sufferingyour perfection it reminds me of my own racemouthed feetto redress my own sad history of
Teated bulls
Amish phonebooks
Eaten hats
Drunken brawls.
But what have we here? 15 years later it still reeks of '
Swill and
Chickenshit
Conformistswith their fists in the air likefather, likeson " rebels" bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits. Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant moshcrews andyour fairweather politics. Blowdry my hair and stick me on a tenspeed. I guess life is just a popularity contest. Back to the Motor League. Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience. Just ask the candycoated JoyCam rockbands selling shoesrounding off the jagged edgesfor venturecapitalists, silencing competing messages,
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