"Refused Are Fuckin' Dead" as written by and David Per/lyxzen Sandstrom....
Beyond ability & control we could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about the, about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it. Yeah!
Get down, get down. Can I get a witness? Oh!
This I gotta see
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Yeah!
Gotta get away from this town
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Go!
We don't have the patience [Repeat 4x]
Yeah!
Get down
Listen to him
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways [Repeat: 4X]
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about the, about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it. Yeah!
Get down, get down. Can I get a witness? Oh!
This I gotta see
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Yeah!
Gotta get away from this town
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Go!
We don't have the patience [Repeat 4x]
Yeah!
Get down
Listen to him
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways [Repeat: 4X]
Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery
"Refused Are Fuckin Dead" as written by Dennis Sven Olof Lyxzen Marco Eronen (stim)
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
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How can it be amazing if you don't even know what it's about, and you can't say it's about something amazing if you're not even sure."
Songs can be amazing without knowing what they're about. Otherwise people couldn't enjoy music in languages they don't speak.
And she said it's "probably" about something amazing. She didn't say it was.
Reading comprehension is always a boon these days.
REFUSED WERE WELL AHEAD OF THEIR TIME!
question mark was a typo