Punkillers (feat. Under the Bed)

Went to my garage
Practiced with my Fender
I got a brand new punk song I wanna play with my best friends
Then an awful noise
Comes from the porch next door
I hate nu metal kids
I've got to put up with them all day long

Every morning, every evening
Every night and every day I
Listen to the same distorted sound
Every time I hear them scream I
Can't wait to get onstage and I
Wish this song will make them crap their baggy pants

Plugged my Ibanez
Tried to play some Korn riffs
My cousin bought a five string bass so we can start a band
Then an awful noise
Comes from that garage door
I hate those pop punk kids
I've got to put up with them all day long

Every morning, every evening
Every night and every day I
Listen to the same distorted sound
Every time I hear them whine I
Can't wait to get onstage and I
Wish our songs will make them shit their khaki shorts

Nobody knows Motograter
Quit it with the one-five-six-four chords man
Things have changed a few years later

I was an asshole back then
Now I learned that no music is bad so I
Put every style in the cauldron, I had so much fun

I think I made a new friend
I would never have thought this would work but I
Sent him a demo I made so he can help me sing

I don't care
If it's punk
If it's metal or stupid or corny
Whatever you call it, it's music, so sing
Nana nana na nana nana

Every morning, every evening
Every night and every day we
Play together 'til our fingers bleed
Every time I write a song I
Can't wait to get onstage and see
Everybody dance 'til they need painkillers

Listen to what you enjoy
Blink, Bizkit, Backstreet Boys
Two guitars, twice the noise