Hoods up kid, tag yer it. Sing alongs in basements, word for word with five people, this is our community: everyone's fucked. Bands “selling out” or “do it yourself”, we're full of shit...but we all ride fixed.
Drink up/throw up the summer fun, what good's a man that cannot run, we're birds without our fucking wings and nothin' else means anything. Say shit to my face, say shit you think i'll never hear. Then I'll fight your fucking ogre, i'll take an eye for every year I ever thought you were something. Now she's blind, and the jokes on you. We are the lion, and you're dead.

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