Lower Than Atlantis - Yo Music Scene, What Happened?

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But I say what I mean and I mean every fucking word
I’m sick of listening to narrow minded pricks bumming third rate bands
They’ve all got shit on their dicks
When you try to get posh the meaning gets lost, so I’m thinking inside the box
They say that we sound like these bands, have they heard our CD?
Even though we’re in the mags, it’s still not good enough for me
They can keep their reservations, unconstructive criticisms — I just can’t take
them
Where’s your band?
So now you’re trying to get on guestlist?
Come on fellas, pull the other one!
I c-c-can't believe the games you’re playing, after all that you’ve been saying
How do you do? My name’s Mike and I make music I like
Believe me my friends, I don’t want to offend
But we put time and thought into these songs no one got
You’ve got the cheek to say that we’re a covers band
With your headphones on and Gallows' dick in your hand
You sit behind a desk in an office all day long
Mouthing words wrong to old Metallica songs
Where’s your band?
Genre must be hard to distinguish with only a GCSE in English