Monthly Archives: December 2016
Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?
Playing ethnicky jazz, To parade your snazz, On your five-grand stereo
I’m a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I been dipped in double meaning
For the first time in my life I can’t see my future
Your mommy told you this and your daddy told you that
Always think like this and never do that
You learned so many feelings but what is there to that
Which are really yours or are you just a copycat?
What a total disaster, she’s got nothing to do, she doesn’t know what she’s after, she hasn’t a clue
Punk rock enabled intelligent people who hadn’t had opportunities offered to the rich and affluent to do something with their lives
Always do what your mom and dad say
My life is a hashtag 