Fight Dance With the Pirate Punks Songtext
von Girlband

No, please, no thank you
Just do what the music′s supposed to do,
And make things bleed
We're made of meat

So make me bleed, you bastard.
What do I look like, the goddam fashion police?
Don′t "inform me" of how strictly
You've kept things old school or hardcore
You've simply un-pressed re-record
You′re just a tourist, clear and simple
Bad tattoos on old and wrinkled assholes


Are you so thick?
Corrupt the masses, you pricks!
Try arming yourself with a brick,
A cocktail, or something
A little bit more
Than these same old goddamn, fucking three chords

I wanna fight dance with the pirate punks
They′ve hijacked my originals
They've taped over all
All of the good stuff
They′ve done nothing but repeat
And then copied.