SWINGIN' UTTERS


Windspitting Punk Lyrics

Give me just a second to grasp your two-bit theories as that's more than enough time I need to see through their innate queries you're telling me to shape up or ship out but I'd never shape myself to something so offendingAs you ...And your kindOne day you sweetly sigh and say to yourself "Music's my religion and I'm Born again" Next week your muse has got some corporate cash and all of a sudden the tunes are crap keep your politics to yourself, kid to me you're just spitting wind a Windspitting punk with high-brow views a p.c. fool who's saying nothing new again and again what about the kids, piss-poor people and the broke or the sluts with overflowing pockets? or the cursed f**ks, pointin' pistols at the pope. are they just martyrs fallen from your graces.

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Record Label(s): 1996 Fat Wreck Chords
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