People Pops and Fudgesicles for the Hit Factory Songtext
von The Arrogant Sons of Bitches

I′m sorry that you've all got soft
Advanced apologies required, not for pissing you off
I′ll deny all this to your face
With claiming to be indie rock
Because you aren't independent and your rock and roll's fucked
I′ll get the coffin, you supplied your own hammer

We′ll put a nail in it, we hope your scene can fit
We'll throw it in the pit
As a sacrifice for middle aged men and screaming girls
Your scene is full of shit, so start killing it
Don′t be the hypocrite
The last teary-eyed thrift store mope star in the world

A victim of the latest hoax
The iconoclasts lied and you're not in on the joke
Proves they′re not what they claim to be
(Your money, gonna get your money, go!)
Criticize all that I said
'Cause if I wasn′t so pretentious, I'd cash in on the trend
Do lines, double fist pills and OD


Stop singing it, stop singing it
You're too serious
How can you crack a smile if you can′t laugh at yourself?
You think you′re legit, you're just the idiot
Here′s how to deal with it
Bringing the asshole and the douchebag levels down
(Ba, ba, ba, ba)

I'm not apart of your scene
Where fashion meets choreography
(Your haircut is stupid)
(Your pants are uncomfortable)
(You systematically plan every awkward forced guitar spin)
(Your emotion is a joke)
(Your emotion is a joke)
Your emotion is B-U-L-L fucking shit!

All
Your
Favorite
Bands
Do
Coke
Sorry!


Stop singing it, stop singing it
You′re too serious
How can you crack a smile if you can't laugh at yourself?
You think you′re legit, you're just the idiot
Here's how to deal with it
Bringing the asshole and the douchebag levels down

Stop singing that shit, we′re tired of it
Start killing it, start killing it
Kick the baggage and the ego to the ground
Stop singing that shit, we′re tired of it
Start killing it, oh, so I can
Kick the rotting carcass of your sound