You Suck,! But Your Peanut Butter Is Ok

歌詞

Would you exist without all the fists The music clenched for you? You're dressed up like a full-bodied anarchist Right down to your views It's more than points that break, there's no threat, little promise To your life, so you take it out on music Your talk is cheap and I don't want to hear it Go preach to your fucking choir You piss and moan for what's no longer your own You're pissing on the motives of my friends I understand what you're saying, what you're going through But your point never ends It's more than points that break, there's no threat, little promise To your life, so you take it out on music Your talk is cheap and I don't want to hear it Go preach to your fucking choir The ticket price, the songs that you write We've got our eyes on you The internet is just a minute away And I'm telling on you It's more than points that break, there's no threat, little promise To your life, so you take it out on music Your talk is cheap and I don't want to hear it Go preach to your fucking choir Would you exist without all the fists The music clenches for you?