Dangers - Power Chord Blues lyrics

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Liars. <br />

Liars. All you bands should just retire. <br />

You sing the songs of hypocrites. <br />

Like nuns with guns or chicks with dicks. Two. Four. Six. Eight. <br />

Buy our shit and regurgitate. <br />

I'm so bored with all of us. <br />

Kill yourselves. <br />

Please. I'm down here on my knees. <br />

I'm begging darlin' ease my worried mind. <br />

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What makes you think you have something to say that has not been said in a much better way? <br />

I've got power chord blues, ears jammed with feedback. <br />

Songs with no soul and even less of a sack. <br />

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Went to the record store and what the fuck did I find? <br />

Thousands of records by thousands of kids <br />

with overpriced budgets but not one hint of a mind. <br />

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Ludwig would be crying. <br />

Cash would slit your throat. <br />

Dee Dee wound up dying. <br />

Biz would hate your flow. <br />

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Talk, talk, talk, talk but you've nothing to say. <br />

My headphones hate you. <br />

Silence is golden when you sound like my shit. <br />

My stereo hates you. <br />

Say something new or say nothing at all. My eardrums hate all you Guitar Center punks with broken record syndrome. <br />

Songs of straight edge and friends, shit we already know. <br />

What's the point? <br />

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Knock, knock, knock. <br />

Who's there? <br />

It's me! <br />

Every song from 1983. <br />

I heard myself on your LP's. <br />

No way! <br />

I did! <br />

It couldn't be! <br />

See, we mix Cro Mags with The Clash! <br />

Well it sounds like every other piece of trash. <br />

Aren't you tired? <br />

Don't you want something new? <br />

Take back 1983. <br />

While you're at it, take the rest of punk rock, too. <br />

I want more.

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