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, |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)