Songtexte Mr President the Challenger Has Failed - Music is the Enemy

No one ever did shit in a basement
Except get fucked
With your punk rock prom dress pulled up to your ribs
Cause this is quick and dirty
Let's burn out famous
Anybody with a farewell party
Didn't deserve
The fifteen minutes it took
To fill up the guestlist
This is a communication via average musician
It was probably the most spectacular moment of their lives
Unless they were scared
They probably didn't have time to be scared
This will be the greatest goddamn hanging
Necks noosed in distorted chords
Passion dripping from every limb
And the children still don't give a fuck
They're all dead
That song saved my life
So I could grow up and fuck what I love
You should be impressed with my lack of passion
And embarrassed by the ghosts that are left behind
No one remembers the kids who warmed up the stage
When three out of four deserve to be forgotten
I get a little hazy myself
Hey boys do you see who's in the lights now
Making Hollywood punk rock again
We can buy the finest of poisons
But take swigs from the bottle instead
Important men to the right of me and beautiful women to the left
And god damn it feels good to be home
When I die and the children are panicked
Tell them I saved their seat at the bar