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80's
I'm so glad I was born in the 80's
Otherwise I'd probably grow up sick
At least in the 80's I was still a child
And wasn't exposed to much music
But a decade later
That shit still turns my stomach
Fuck those gay bastards
Fuck that hair music
Some gay father fucker
A little fruit that wears lipstick
This mascara fanny farmer
That would probably want to suck my dick
Comes back with a reunion tour
And runs around on stage with his fellow queers
When the untalented rectum raiders
Haven't had a hit in 15 fucking years
I wonder how it feels
To only play music made 15 years ago
And sell out a concert
When only 500 people show
Release a new album
But mostly of songs made before
And try to grab attention
By dressing up like women once more
I want to thank you god
For taking away that pain
I want to thank you god
For making curt cobain
But I cant thank you god
For allowing new pain
And I hate you courtney love
For taking curt cobain
Because if grunge was still in
Music would be made with skill
Now we got no playing lip syncing bastards
Whose music isn't even real
Seattle bands didn't depress me
But this shit does
Why can't music
Just go back to the way it was
When poison was run from the stage
Because they looked queer
And this pop shit
Wasn't here