"I, Fitznik" as written by and David Lund Robert Trondson....
Deliver me from pub acceptance,
Deliver me from teenage angst.
Deliver me from the seas, the races,
Of what should be a

Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.

Deliver me from one, two, three, four,
Deliver me from formula.
Deliver me from raped existence,
Dismissing all the sounds I love.

Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.

Slipping slipper, down.

Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.

Deliver me from seven inches,
That pay the dues of prefab bitches.
Deliver me from indie cred,
Deliver me 'cause punk rock's dead.

Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.


Lyrics submitted by skacore_dude

"I, Fitznik" as written by James Berry David Lund

Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, Peermusic Publishing

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