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it's in all the shows stuffing white shit all up our nose will we ever learn from our tragic past? we've become what we all hate rockstar in coats inebriate bright lights of the future are fading fast. submerged in a movement i no longer comprehend trapped in a scene, that i no longer understand trapped in a cause i'm sinking in quick-sand trapped under lines, can someone please give me a hand? it's the same old song and dance! will the kids ever see the truth? the old-goth kids they follow you. when will they have the strength to knock-us down? "we pretend we are like you but we haven't got a fuckin' clue" we'll laugh as we watch it burn to the ground submerged in a movement i no longer comprehend trapped in a scene, that i no longer understand trapped in a cause i'm sinking in quick-sand trapped under lines, can someone please give me a hand? Songtexte there was a time when there was made love not war. but now it's just about making money.. and then making more. i remember when those five bands had five dollars at the door but now all they care about is making money.. and then making more! punks not dead it's alive and well it's in the malls you can buy it retail fuck the scene let's put it to bed kill the cause because it's already dead it's the same old song and dance! it's the same old song and dance! it's the same old song and dance! it's the same old song and dance! it's the same old song and dance! tired of punk rock giants tired of punk rock giants tired of punk rock giants tired of punk rock giants Aus Songtexte Mania