Fat bitches smoking cigarettes, outside Gabby's on another Friday night. There's a hard ass starring my way, I think he's looking for another fight, woah. Walk inside and see who's playing, I see Turbo and he's saying, he's in a band and they play real loud, yeah, but they quit, said they played like shit but now they're way too punk and proud. Where's the music? There's none. Too much drama, jokes about your mama. Lets me out, I wanna leave this confused place just has no scene. Grand Prixx pins, patches and shirts. Little girls in mini skirts. Buy a demo steal a tape, because everything costs less to take. And everyone's still true to D.I.Y. But I just wish they'd all die.
Lyrics submitted by Skankinnaked