D.K.E.
Lame material with no soul
Random words without a clue
Modern day Dylan
Second-hand Lennon
Shower booth Costello
Passing off crap as gold!
Coffee shop rhymers
Trendsetting hobos
Singing the blues
Homesick fake blues
Whiny love blues
You know what to do!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
F rated irony
Expanding on the same ole themes
The caliber of love
Prosaic apathy
Undisputed knowledge
In useless matters
As long as it sells
The industry's well
And their stage names
And their song titles
And their concept albums
Make me feel sick
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
80s pop stinks of death!
Let alone acoustic sets!
Synth pop laden eardrum pain
No one needs to resurrect!
All their songs just sound the same!
Chord progressions far from brave!
Everybody makes a record!
Everybody needs a record!
Little matters what you say!
Nothing new for a change!
Indie used to better!
Indie used to independent!
Ain't goin' buy one single track!
Will never fund your so-called craft!
Fake material with no soul
Random words without a clue
If you go solo
It does not equal
You're at the forefront
Of something special!
You're nothing but a trend!
One day you'll fade away!
You don't represent
My fuckin' generation!
You're a waste
Of time and paper!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
80s pop stinks of death!
Let alone acoustic sets!
Synth pop laden eardrum pain
No one needs to resurrect!
All their songs just sound the same!
Chord progressions far from brave!
Everybody makes a record!
Everybody needs a record!
Little matters what you say!
Nothing new for a change!
Indie used to better!
Indie used to independent!
Ain't goin' buy one single track!
Will never fund your so-called craft!
I HATE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!
Random words without a clue
Modern day Dylan
Second-hand Lennon
Shower booth Costello
Passing off crap as gold!
Coffee shop rhymers
Trendsetting hobos
Singing the blues
Homesick fake blues
Whiny love blues
You know what to do!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
F rated irony
Expanding on the same ole themes
The caliber of love
Prosaic apathy
Undisputed knowledge
In useless matters
As long as it sells
The industry's well
And their stage names
And their song titles
And their concept albums
Make me feel sick
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
80s pop stinks of death!
Let alone acoustic sets!
Synth pop laden eardrum pain
No one needs to resurrect!
All their songs just sound the same!
Chord progressions far from brave!
Everybody makes a record!
Everybody needs a record!
Little matters what you say!
Nothing new for a change!
Indie used to better!
Indie used to independent!
Ain't goin' buy one single track!
Will never fund your so-called craft!
Fake material with no soul
Random words without a clue
If you go solo
It does not equal
You're at the forefront
Of something special!
You're nothing but a trend!
One day you'll fade away!
You don't represent
My fuckin' generation!
You're a waste
Of time and paper!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
Hang all of those lame songwriters!
80s pop stinks of death!
Let alone acoustic sets!
Synth pop laden eardrum pain
No one needs to resurrect!
All their songs just sound the same!
Chord progressions far from brave!
Everybody makes a record!
Everybody needs a record!
Little matters what you say!
Nothing new for a change!
Indie used to better!
Indie used to independent!
Ain't goin' buy one single track!
Will never fund your so-called craft!
I HATE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!
Credits
Writer(s): Davide Borello
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