F.Y.P LYRICS

"Beat You With A Plunger"

Hey, punk, surfer boy, circa '95,
here's our swan song just for you.
When our sound bends more towards the
Ronnettes, you'll know who the credit
goes to. Fuck your bullshit "posse"
that thinks if I don't like your band,
I deserve a cap in my ass. When the fact
of the matter is if you could read my mind,
then I'd be fucking dead. Amnesia.
You shit fuck, what a fucking waste.
The guitar lessons your mommy paid
when you're just glam rock with fists
and muscles, yet sensitive to what I have to say.
Shit on your platform comprised of no-brainer ties
of who you know, all lies. Repent...and you still
won't be spared. I'm off scott-free from your
illiteracy, so I'll claim amnesia.
And don't tell a friend that a friend's band sucks,
cos they won't be yo' friend no mo'.
Just sugar coat your sweet asses and have
a nice lil' pleasant day.

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