Song Lyrics
Raise my finger in the air, you in the underground your head got to big Feedback, give me that two fingers in the air
you re fucking hell to me
you two of a kind what a fucking waste of time
Bring back those fast two minute songs, right clothes
They ll use you to get rich, you the rebels with the fucking ripped up clothes, no heart and soul
give me that two fingers in the air
Listen to the sound of the poets of today, the ones on top don t care about you
they ll use you to get rich
raise my finger in the air
Raise your finger in the air and show them how it s done, raise my finger in the air, sick sick sick i need anger in my brain
Sick sick sick i need anger in my brain, the ones on top don t care about you, you star on tv
Raise my finger in the air, noise give me some static and feedback
Sick sick sick i need anger in my brain, you re fucking hell to me, the ones on top don t care about you
i ll show you how it s done
Listen to the sound of the poets of today, sick sick sick i need anger in my brain
listen to the sound of the poets of today
i ll show you how it s done
raise my finger in the air
Listen to the sound of the poets of today, you star on tv
You can t follow any leader or any cause, you star on tv
Sick sick sick i need anger in my brain, you can t follow any leader or any cause
Cause punk is back and is back to stay, they ll use you to get rich
You in the underground your head got to big, noise give me some static and feedback
you re fucking hell to me
Bring back the old days of the ramones, you the rebels with the fucking ripped up clothes
sick sick sick their groups are such a waste
Cause punk is back and is back to stay, sick sick sick their groups are such a waste, listen to the sound of the poets of today
raise your finger in the air and show them how it s done
You two of a kind what a fucking waste of time, bring back those fast two minute songs Feedback, sick sick sick we need a fucking change
Raise your finger in the air and show them how it s done, sick sick sick their groups are such a waste Casualties, right clothes
The ones on the bottom, they ll use you to get rich and, listen to the sound of the poets of today
I ll show you how it s done, sick sick sick we need a fucking change
Sick sick sick we need a fucking change, sick sick sick of the music of today
Sick sick sick i need anger in my brain, you that shouts and sweats at every show
I ll show you how it s done, you star on tv Noise, raise my finger in the air
No heart and soul, sick sick sick of the music of today, give me that two fingers in the air
Right clothes, i ll show you how it s done, you star on tv
you two of a kind what a fucking waste of time
They ll use you to get rich, raise my finger in the air Noise, sick sick sick i need anger in my brain
You re fucking hell to me, sick sick sick their groups are such a waste
Raise my finger in the air, they ll use you to get rich
noise give me some static and feedback
you star on tv
Sick sick sick i need anger in my brain, they ll use you to get rich
Bring back those fast two minute songs, raise your finger in the air and show them how it s done Casualties, sick sick sick i need anger in my brain
raise my finger in the air
I ll show you how it s done, you that shouts and sweats at every show, the ones on top don t care about you
Right clothes, cause punk is back and is back to stay
You two of a kind what a fucking waste of time, i ll show you how it s done
Listen to the sound of the poets of today, sick sick sick we need a fucking change
You two of a kind what a fucking waste of time, right clothes