The Truth (A Bunch of Shit)



Punks are fucks

Baseball bats

Best friends relentless

White people know drugs

Women have cancer

will die soon

Nobody has a boyfriend

Not in two weeks.. at least

Old loves gone sour

Talking shit

Throwing bricks

At the fan

And the rap

Nice shoes

Nice pants

Nice shirt

Nice lies

Nice fuck

Nice dreams

Few friends

Open ended

Conversations all wrapped up

With decorations

Sugar and spice

And chopped liver


Roundhouse was a funny show

Human being

Being human

Seems so tough

But that's not true

And we have these emotions

To promote our popularity

What happens behind the curtain?

I'll lay low for now.

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