[Verse 1]
I like to party fucking hard
I like my rock and roll the same
Don't give a fuck if I burn out
Don't give a fuck if I fade away
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-artist 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 shit
Ahh
[Verse 2]
Play-acting "anarchists"
And Mommy's-little-skinheads
Death-threats and sycophants
And wieners drunk on straight-edge
Fuck off, who cares?
I'd rather hi-lite Trip-Tiks than listen to your bullshit
Fuck off, who cares?
About your stupid scenes, your shitty zines
The straw-men you build up to burn
I like to party fucking hard
I like my rock and roll the same
Don't give a fuck if I burn out
Don't give a fuck if I fade away
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-artist 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 shit
Ahh
[Verse 2]
Play-acting "anarchists"
And Mommy's-little-skinheads
Death-threats and sycophants
And wieners drunk on straight-edge
Fuck off, who cares?
I'd rather hi-lite Trip-Tiks than listen to your bullshit
Fuck off, who cares?
About your stupid scenes, your shitty zines
The straw-men you build up to burn
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