Paroles officielles de la chanson «In Defense Of The Genre» : Say Anything

Chanteurs : Say Anything
Auteurs : Max Bemis
Éditeurs : Emi Music Publishing France
Albums :

Paroles officielles de la chanson "In Defense Of The Genre"

Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than great
It's beautiful and valid
Go tell the false friend who doubts your art: hey, toss my caustic salad
Their noise pollution is a one night stand, a closet corporate ballad
Compose the theme that seems to haunt the sultan's dreams
Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly sober sky
Don't you dare lay down you spear and die, oh small fry
Crime of the century, know what it meant to me
They'll label us what they can never be

Sing:
Hate me, but I am in your heart pulling it apart,
Burning up a black hole.

All those magazines and stifled teens whose trite teething is outdated
Have minuscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away
This war's been reinstated
So spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless race
And all they've consecrated
I won't believe the twisted web they weave
They can't stitch you silent now or bitch the violence out
I'm disavowed, I'm proud to shun your know-how
The wolf begat the lamb and now it's in his hands
I'm reeling from a feeling that they banned
Our last stand goes:

Hallelujah, love lost
I've got an empty wallet and a record cover
The stage, hot and worn, like an aging lover
So I spew a comet of verbal vomit, sacrilegious, of Christ or Islamic
It's full of piss and they'll never stop it
Come on and kill the kindly ones
The ever blinded ones
We stand and face you now. We will not run
Just you wait and see where your lemming line leads

 
 


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