Even Shel Silverstein Hates Your Haircut

I didn't know that this genre had a dress code

I didn't know that I had to bust a lymph node

To scream a note in a song that'll hurt your ears

All alone after shows as he drinks his beers

To break his edge in front of peers is what he fears the most

Closed-minded listener as all he hears is HARDCORE music

Said he bashes other music

Spends too much time hating music

If his life is made of music

He must really hate life too



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Can you see, said can you see through that haircut

Can you breath, can you breathe with those tight jeans

Can't you see, said can't you see that it's just a trend

Another one, another one of the scene kids

You'll be all alone in a week or two

You and your dead vogue, history repeats

In the music biz

All the time now

Said can't you see that it's just a trend

Another one, another one of those scene kids





Now picture this, you're at a show Friday night

In walks a crew, all dressed up looking for a fight

Not there for music, they only show up in spite

Pay 5 bucks at the door, just so they can spread some fright

Hey Mr. Bush, I think I found some terrorist

They're in my town, they're always doing BREAKDOWNS

They look the same, with X's tattooed on their fists

In my hometown is where the fascists still exist



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