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Incapable of holding down real jobs
And can't make rent,
So for a life in the arts
We deem ourselves destined.
Skip across my record collection
Until a song strikes my soul.
Until it distances the earth between me and my home.
With the lazy shame of my parents money
And the senseless sweat of my own.
Kids! We're in this together.
You're my new consumer
And I don't want to move back home.
So put a big black sticker on the front
That says For
Fans
Of.
And you can donate a penny to my future pension.
We've got big retail chain
Front-of-store displays,
But just remember:
It's three grand for a half-page ad,
So you better be paying attention.
Yeah you're a beautiful consumer,
And I don't want to move back home.
So download all the songs we wrote
And hype it up with some bullshit quotes.
Yeah, we're on a roll.
- Album:
- The Owner
- Selective Wreckage
- Crime in Stereo Is Dead
- Is Dead
- The Troubled Stateside
- Love
- The Contract
- Explosives And The Will To Use Them
- I Was Trying To Describe You To Someone
- Crime In Stereo Is Dead (Deluxe)
- Kill Your Idols / Crime in Stereo
- split ep
- Bridge Nine 2008 Sampler
- Beer: The Soundtrack
- Broken Lamps and Hardcore Memories, Volume 2
- Strong Island - The Best of Long Island Hardcore/Punk
- Fuel. Transit. Sleep.
- Not Dead
- Fuel. Transit. Sleep. EP
- 2009 Summer Sampler