If Only Your Band Was As Big As Your Ego

attention, attention, no one else will tell you/kids hate the shows, kids hate the tunes/ No more lies! [bad word] is never out of fashion, only lost in a crowd of fakes/ like cover bands, violent crews, and all those jerks we hate/ who cares who's better? how about who's real?/ are we yelling for the crowds or to alleviate our [bad word] / this is what I dream about, this is what I wake for/ so leave the major labels out and the scene starving for more/ rob with a gun, or steal with a pen, that's how i lyrically put two in your chest/ as the pain settles in, the growing begins, praise literary napalm and the death of discord/