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propagandhi - back to the motor league lyrics

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i like to party f-cking hard
i like my rock and roll the same
don’t give a f-ck if i burn out
don’t give a f-ck if i fade away

so back to the motor league with me
before i’m forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public
who live vicariously through
tortured-artists, college-rock, and floor-punching macho pabulum

back to the motor league i go
once thought i drew a lucky hand
turned out to be a live grenade
oh my god, holy sh-t!

play-acting anarchists and mommy’s-little-skinheads
death threats and sycophants and weiners drunk on straight edge
f-ck off, who cares? i’d rather hi-lite trip-tiks than listen to your bullsh-t
f-ck off, who cares about your stupid scenes, your sh-tty zines, the straw-men you build up to burn?

it never ceases to amaze
and as i’m suffering your perfection
it reminds me of my own race
to redress my own sad history of

mouthed feet, eaten hats
teated bulls
amish phone-books
drunken brawls

but what have we here?
15 years later it still reeks of swill and chickensh-t conformists
fists in the air
like-father, like-son rebels bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits

lord, hear our prayer
take back your amy grant mosh-crews and fair-weather politics
blow-dry my hair and stick me on a ten-speed
back to the motor league

back to the motor league

i guess life is just a popularity contest
success just the ability to perform within a framework of obedience
just ask the candy-coated joy-cam rock-bands selling shoes for venture-capitalists
silencing competing messages, rounding off the jagged edges

- propagandhi lyrics

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