Propagandhi - Back To The Motor League Lyrics

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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

Who live vicariously through

Before I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public

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.

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Who cares?

Fuck off.

I'd rather hi-lite Trip-Tiks than listen to your bullshit.

Who cares

Fuck off.

...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

Mouthed feet

To redress my own sad history of

Teated bulls

Amish phone-books

Eaten hats

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.

I guess life is just a popularity contest.

Back to the Motor League.

Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience.

Just ask the candy-coated Joy-Cam rock-bands selling shoes

Rounding off the jagged edgesfor venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages,

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