Texty piesní Bomb the Music Industry!

Bomb the Music Industry!

Frrrreeeeee Biiiiiirrrrrd! Frrrreeeeee Biiiiiird!!!!

Don't you say

Don't you ever ever say that it was worth it for the profit.

Another day

When I wait there shit-faced

Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs that I did not write.

And they'll dance to it.

And I'll smile and I'll get paid.

Baggy pants are stupid.

Alt-rock, Skynyrd, play another song I hate.

I'll just stay on the state streets

Complaining that it's all the same

But too lazy to change anything.

And I can't spend another day thinkin'

These places on street signs are

The only places that I've ever been.

Drink a free beer,

Maybe smoke with the waiter.

(It's) the illusion that they all give a shit.

And some drunk guys yelling

"Free Bird!" and "Show us your boobs!"

And I'll smile and I'll key their truck.

And it sucks so bad

But I made one Benjamin.

How can I be mad?

I paid one seventh of my rent

And maybe I'll buy a plate of eggs.

I'm not feelin' Minnesota.

I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set.

And play cover songs from the 90's

By one-hit-wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper

And a jersey-wearing motherfucker withdraws his twenty bucks.