Yo Music Scene, What Happened? - Lower Than Atlantis

But I say what I mean and I mean every fucking word

I’m sick of listening to narrow minded pricks bumming third rate bands

They’ve all got shit on their dicks

When you try to get posh the meaning gets lost, so I’m thinking inside the box

They say that we sound like these bands, have they heard our CD?

Even though we’re in the mags, it’s still not good enough for me

They can keep their reservations, unconstructive criticisms — I just can’t take

them

Where’s your band?

So now you’re trying to get on guestlist?

Come on fellas, pull the other one!

I c-c-can't believe the games you’re playing, after all that you’ve been saying

How do you do?

My name’s Mike and I make music I like

Believe me my friends, I don’t want to offend

But we put time and thought into these songs no one got

You’ve got the cheek to say that we’re a covers band

With your headphones on and Gallows' dick in your hand

You sit behind a desk in an office all day long

Mouthing words wrong to old Metallica songs

Where’s your band?

Genre must be hard to distinguish with only a GCSE in English