Bomb The Music Industry! - Does Your Face Hurt? No? 'cause It's k**ing Me!!! lyrics

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Bomb The Music Industry! - Does Your Face Hurt? No? 'cause It's k**ing Me!!! lyrics

Take a look at your haircut, you're k**ing me Take a look at your gla**es, you're k**ing me Placement of the piercings, you're k**ing me Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're k**ing me Take a look at your Converse, you're k**ing me Get a shirt that fits you, you're k**ing me Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Someone the other day was telling me about marketing And how it's so important for a band to sell a t-shirt I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing And now we're just a breeding ground for more and more consumers Sellout, shmellout, it's not about that But all my problems seem to stem from cash I got my beliefs and I don't care if they're right But if we don't meet our quota, man, we're gonna get into another fight Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here Where style is function and our egos make us fight For now we'll live in fear, we're not s**y enough for this atmosphere Someone blow it up tonight, we'll fight, fight, fight, fight Take a look at your haircut, you're k**ing me Take a look at your gla**es, you're k**ing me Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me? Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Williamsburg has got the lights down low And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry A singer with a thrift amp - "vintage circuitry" On the cover of Bop or Seventeen I'm so lonely, life is empty Where's my coke and f**ing money? Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy He said "My job's looking good and someone else can write the songs for me" Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here Where style is function and our egos make us fight For now we'll live in fear, we're not s**y enough for this atmosphere Someone blow it up tonight, please blow it up tonight Now we're cloning sheep Writing garbage in their diaries Reading their AP And watching Fuse TV k** it, c'est la vie Fashion show equals your scene Bomb the industry, yeah Then run away or watch the blast I'm getting out so kiss my a** I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast