"Windspitting Punk" lyrics
Give me just a second
To grasp your two-bit theories
That's more than enough time I need
To see through their innate queries
You're tellin' me
Shape up or ship out
But I'd never shape myself
To something so offending as you
Your kind
One day you sigh and say to yourself
"Music's my religion and I'm born again"
Next week your muse has got some corporate cash
And all of a sudden the tunes are crap
Keep your politics to yourself, kid
To me you're just spitting in the wind
A windspitting punk with high-brow views
A PC fool sayin' nothing new again
And again
What about the kids, the piss-poor people and the broke
Or the sluts with overflowing pockets?
Or the cursed fucks pointin' pistols at the pope?
Are they martyrs fallen from your graces?
Give me just a second
To grasp your two-bit theories
That's more than enough time I need
To see through their innate queries
You're tellin' me
Shape up or ship out
But I'd never shape myself
To something so offending as you
And your kind
As you
To grasp your two-bit theories
That's more than enough time I need
To see through their innate queries
You're tellin' me
Shape up or ship out
But I'd never shape myself
To something so offending as you
Your kind
One day you sigh and say to yourself
"Music's my religion and I'm born again"
Next week your muse has got some corporate cash
And all of a sudden the tunes are crap
Keep your politics to yourself, kid
To me you're just spitting in the wind
A windspitting punk with high-brow views
A PC fool sayin' nothing new again
And again
What about the kids, the piss-poor people and the broke
Or the sluts with overflowing pockets?
Or the cursed fucks pointin' pistols at the pope?
Are they martyrs fallen from your graces?
Give me just a second
To grasp your two-bit theories
That's more than enough time I need
To see through their innate queries
You're tellin' me
Shape up or ship out
But I'd never shape myself
To something so offending as you
And your kind
As you
