Тексты песен «Bomb The Music Industry!»

Can I stop my life so I can just be with you? Let's hightail to Hawaii on a plane. I'll embezzle what's left of my band fund To take necessary action to destroy what I have made You and I will move to New York City...

It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke So it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes. I miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate...

[Originally by Regina Spektor] A man walks out of his apartment, It is raining, he's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings, Trying to save his suit, Trying to save his suit. Trying to dry, and to...

Contact through computer. Broken guitar. Broken amps and dreams. I felt old a long time ago but now the rest of the world's gotten older than me. So what's the deal here? Are you too old to get there? Are you too...

When we're not feeling strong, we grab the mic and sing along... Na na na na, etc. Whenever I go to a show it always feels like I've been time warped back to the eleventh grade. The scene's uniting so the gangs can...

I don't love you anymore. No this isn't some mistake. For the past two months I've just been getting drunk And watching Lost and then getting even drunker just so I can fall asleep. Every second I'm with you I get...

Mom, please wake up. I can't sleep. My head's fucked. I need a hug or a drug. Please decide. What's up doc? Do I think of suicide? In this room, yes I do. Where's my form? Now question 38: do you have trouble...

Turn off the TV, it's time to settle down. And I've been ignoring newspapers, I've been staring at the ground Because I'm waking up from nightmares, whenever I look around And see we're stuck here in a situation of...

"Delusions! Delusions! Delusions of grandeur! Grab the motherfucking tape machine. I'll show you I'm the shit. Wait and see! Wait and see! Bask in creativity. I'm too cool for music, faggot. Music isn't cool enough...

Sing the fucking songs you told the world to sing. Sing it right unless you want to fail. Listen back and punch the things that we don't like. You can't do it right in just one take. Because you aren't good enough...

Sing the fucking songs you told the world to sing. Sing it right unless you want to fail. Listen back and punch the things that we don't like. You can't do it right in just one take. Because you aren't good enough. You...

It's official. We're mad. We're all mad at someone and our anger takes over And we stop having fun And we talk but don't act And then nothing will change. We're so hellbent on destruction we forgot how to create...

At a desk in a room that's always too hot or cold, At a computer where you're starting to lose you soul With a wage that they pay to keep you from ten to six. At 7:30, man, you're starting to lose your shit...

I. DRANK MYSELF TO DEATH We got a bottle of Jim Beam and I drank a liter. To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather. You built this up your head. The pressure. Relax, don't think too much...

III. OK HANGOVER My god. I woke up on the floor of a famous Minneapolis rapper (whose name will go unmentioned.) I didn't crush the cat. No one wrote "dick" on my forehead. I wasn't seeing stars, I was seeing...

Here's the thing about the music business. The trick is playing trend rock right before the trend hits. Playing it right after means your band has missed the fucking bus and the kids have moved on. Here's the thing...

Remember when we danced at shows, before we all stood in the back? We sang guilty pleasures so damn loud our lungs were sore. Competition can't compete with that. I guess I got back on the horse as I get on another...

We got knocked off the horse and we can't get back up. We can try to change but we've still got our bills that we gotta pay. And the payments stay the same no matter where you move and no matter how cheap the rent...

I got seven gallons in my tank. That's enough to get me back to Queens so I can write this song. I got $300. I can pay rent this month. Oh my god! It's just enough. Oh my god! I'm all grown up. Burritos, malt...

[Originally by Harvey Danger] Drive across the country, tell your story walking. No one's keeping you captive in the town that let you down (so sorry). Blame it on the television, blame it on the company; Don't...