Old and Grumpy Songtext
von Verb T

See my point of view is quite cold
But I say what I want cause I′m old
So everybody jump to this
It's Verb T, I′m a grumpy prick

Now I don't know if everything is destined
But I believe in every situation there's a lesson
Yeah we got faith but it′s fickle when it′s tested
Easy to give up, hard to be progressive
They manipulate, subtle and suggestive
Subliminal tricks, fuck it, it's depressing

Television like a leech to the brain
Feeding away now you look asleep while awake
Sitting spaced out confusing your mind

There must be better things you can do with your time
Oh you getting fucked up? Cor that′s exciting
Gang of weird kids on horse tranquilizers


False advertising saying that it's popping off
Dancing about dressed up like a proper knob
Wear what you want but I don′t see why a kid
Tucks his jeans in his socks if he ain't a cyclist
Frame ain′t changed but you wear tighter shit
Was XL now you're medium, why is this?
Why is it relevant who your designer is?
Oh I see, cause there's eager kids buying it

It′s all image and projection
But kids can′t see that with innocent perceptions
So the influence taken from a liar
That is now burning in Hell naked in the fire

You might tell me that's overly dramatic
Till your kid takes up crack smoking as a habit
No it isn′t magic, I don't care what Timmy said
Put down the pipe stop fucking with your little head

See I don′t give a fuck about the hype

When you add it up it just amounts to lies
If you think you're hot I′m pissing out the fire
And I'll even slap the people that are giving out your flyers
Wait, hey, so am I supposed to rate it?
Cause you talk abstract and make model faces

I don't give a shit, attitude constipated
I walk over rappers like a dominatrix
Pause, just so I can take a breath
Game of Death, Bruce Lee moves when I cave your chest with a kick


Did I mention I don′t give a shit?
Internet star, fuck nah that′s ridiculous
You got bits? I don't care who viewed it
The YouTube hits in the end prove useless
You can′t move units, you just seeking attention
That's something I needed to mention
Something′s up with them, indeed it's dementia
Those I can′t school I leave in detention
You can write "I'm a prick" on the board twenty times
Energised like a solar panel when it's fucking sunny

So stop talking about fucking money
It′s the paper that enslave the people
Blatant it′s evil, you're fake and deceitful
Vacant and see-through, wait for the sea-through