Punk Edward Island

Hope we'd make some friends
When we signed up for the cult of discipline

Writing this has proven difficult
I don't want to know what you're even talking about
I just want to press my tongue into your eye
Get a taste of what it is you like

And if I lash out
And kick this microphone right into your face
Will I then make the grade
And be sewn on?

Stiching in the square
My nom de guerre
In vest
Gave it a rest
A rest
Might die again
A later year
DIY

There's no room for punks like us
On this rock and that's because
You're awfully shrewd and you're heavy
But most importantly you can't hold steady
A single watt in a single prong
Two-bit jocks with nothing going on
You'll be glad you didn't waste your time on us

Yeah, waste your time on us



Credits
Writer(s): Huge Cosmic
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