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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, rounding off the jagged edges. Today is good day to die. Send " Back To The Motor League" Ringtone to your Cell
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