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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.
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-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
of 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.
It never ceases to amaze me 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 Chickenshit Conformists
with their 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
your fair-weather politics.
Blow-dry my hair and stick me on a ten-speed.
Back to the Motor League.
I guess life is just a popularity contest.
Success, 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,
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