Lyrics

Shooting from the lip at those tired old cliches Well it takes one to know one Same difference - roughed up for today Every minute blemish is given that street veneer Choreographed to cut the slack Just as long as you learn to sneer Paper-thin, paper-weight - how's that demographic? A disempowered herd, minds cloud with static Minds cloud with static Lowest common denominator Give them hard fuck fables Give them middle fingers Give them surface tension Spoon-feed them to the system So what's "nu"? Sullen view - it's the clued you Fighting third world war on parental torpor Fighting third world war Give them hard fuck fables Give them middle fingers Give them surface tension Spoon-feed them to the system