No Friends
So your hair's bleached white now
[Incomprehensible] County down
Hanging out with L.A. sleaze well
Go ahead and push us, we don't want you around
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You're a liar if you follow all trends
Get out of here, asshole, you've got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco's second best
Got no friends
Do you think you're real tough with the locks and chains?
You know we want to use them to beat on your brains
[Incomprehensible] blue dye on your head
You stupid fucker, I wish you were dead
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You're a liar if you follow a trend
Get out of here, asshole, you've got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco's second best
You got no friends
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You're a liar if you follow a trend
Get out of here, fucker, you've got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco's second best
[Incomprehensible] County down
Hanging out with L.A. sleaze well
Go ahead and push us, we don't want you around
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You're a liar if you follow all trends
Get out of here, asshole, you've got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco's second best
Got no friends
Do you think you're real tough with the locks and chains?
You know we want to use them to beat on your brains
[Incomprehensible] blue dye on your head
You stupid fucker, I wish you were dead
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You're a liar if you follow a trend
Get out of here, asshole, you've got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco's second best
You got no friends
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You're a liar if you follow a trend
Get out of here, fucker, you've got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco's second best
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony L Brandenburg, Steve James Soto
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.