liars liars all you bands should just retire you sing the songs of hypocrites like nuns with guns or chicks with dicks two four six eight buy our shit and regurgitate i m so bored with all of us kill yourselves please i m down here on my knees i m begging darlin ease my worried mind what makes you think you have something to say that has not been said in a much better way i ve got power chord blues ears jammed with feedback songs with no soul and even less of a sack went to the record store what the fuck did i find thousands of records by thousands of kids with overpriced budgets but not one hint of a mind ludwig would be crying cash would slit your throat dee dee wound up dying biz would hate your flow talk talk talk talk but you ve nothing to say silence is golden when your sound sounds like my shit say something new or say nothing at all my eardrums hate all you guitar center punks with broken record syndrome songs of straight edge and friends shit we already know what s the point knock knock knock it s me every song from 1983 i heard myself on your lp s i did well it sounds like every other piece of trash aren t you tired don t you want something new take back 1983 while you re at it take the rest of punk rock too i want more