Stereotypical terrible script
Follow the lines
Don’t agree with them
We’ve been marching the beat to the same damn drum
Since the dawn of time
We’re all buried in scum
You’re a leech
You're a leech
Hey, come on, there’s no need to get pissed
You indie rock fundamentalist
Struck out without hope
Revel daily in sloth
Fed up with the drugs and the guns and the cops
Man it’s hard to be swindled at all
With no saints and no judge
They swarm like bugs
No trust, no love
No trust, no fucking love
