"Prognosis: Fuck You" as written by and Whalley/mcdougall/forman/crease....
I don't know but I got told, that if I'm sad, heart in the cold
There only the one bran of emotions
And if I don't quite look the part,
You'll tell me not to even start

So fuck you and your fuckin' emo band
Now I'm all for identity
The desperate need for a place to be
Understood well, feeling loved

But mixing exclusivity
That's three parts you and no parts we
Now your ego's getting out hand
Like Jesus at a show, I don't wanna know

Never stretched a helping hand
So fuck you and your fuckin' emo band
I fear it won't take long till that hillsong
Reaches me somehow, but if there's thing I despise

It's being fed those right wing lies
So fuck you and your fuckin' Christian band
I think it's cool they're not on drugs
The moral grounding and the hugs

And being friends with some god's son
But when no-one questions anything,
Use the word for financial gain
Then somethings gotten way out of hand

Like Jesus at a show, I don't wanna know
"never build your house on sand"
And fuck you and your fuckin' Christian band
Emotions have been sold

It's only Rock and Roll
You're no better than your fans
Fuck you and your fuckin' emo
Faith is in some dodgy hands

Fuck you and your fuckin' Christian
If this is too hard on you,my band's fuckin' stupid too
Fuck you and your fuckin' punk rock, retro,
Indie cock rock stupid band...


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    General Commentthe commercialization of christmas?
    fiascodagamaon November 02, 2006   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionThese are totally wrong lyrics. These are the lyrics to "Fuck You and Your Stupid Band."


    THESE are the lyrics to "Prognosis Fuck You:"

    Tis the season to be jealous
    Sold out country, right of passage
    Behold the first world, entertain me
    Mass sedation, the stench of bullshit

    Whose God unites red, white, and black?
    Not the one on channel two
    So much left to lose, prognosis

    Sleep in anger, rise in petrol
    Distant pain of system failure

    But there is no conspiracy, a total world control
    So much left to lose, right to be abused
    Prognosis, fuck

    Whose God Unites red, white, and black?
    Not the one on channel two
    So much left to lose, right to be abused
    Nothing left to choose
    Prognosis, fuck you
    NoPrideon May 26, 2012   Link

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