F.Y.P LYRICS

"Sweetening Your Gas Tank"

Don't like your bullshit, don't like your songs.
I don't wanna play with your band, don't wanna get along.
It's your fucking ass that drives me up the wall.
When a block of wood is more original.
You convinced myself that a cock-rock band can yell
"punk" and it sells. When you're the jocks
that beat me up in school, and now for some reason,
you consider me cool. And now it's the same
exact situation, I know it's time to go.
My animal instincts smell the jackass in the cafeteria
or at the show. But now I know. And if you go
then I won't be the same.
You play all around in this shitty town.
An equivalence to a circusized clown.
Your scene is shit and your complacent dum ass
don't have no car to go around.

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