Lyrics
i tried once to be civil, but i just got put on hold, i'm sick of hearing complaints, the espresso is too cold, you act like you're a friend, but then you talk 'bout how we suck, just save it for your dildo, that's the only thing you'll fuck, if i was smart i'd run fast, out of this town, sometimes i want to shout and scream, fuck l.a. traded your doc martens, in exchange for cowboy boots, you're asking who's keith morris, yeah you're punk rock, where's your roots, you're a rocker you're a biker, you're punk rock now you skate, last year it was zeppelin, now it's bad brains, you're a fake, fuck l.a. fuck l.a. fuck l.a. fuck it
Song details
Artist: goldfinger