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Nofx

Genres: Rock

60% Lyrics - Nofx

I'm not here to entertain you 

I'm here to meet my friend the Russian 

The Irish, the German, the Columbian 

 

I don't care how bad I fuck up 

I care about how fucked up I get 

I'm not your clown 

I'm your dealer 

 

And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit 

And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted 

To the pure and totally uncut 

 

I'm not here to amuse you 

I'm here to abuse my body 

I'm here because old habits die hard 

 

And seriously, what else am I supposed to do? 

This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit 

It's sad, but this is my life 

 

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Welcome to our mission statement 

Total self-debasement 

And not giving our all 

 

Watch us Fall! 

 

It's not that we don't pull it 

It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent 

 

Would you rather be fed bullshit 

From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar 

 

"This one goes out to all our fans all over the world 

Without you, we'd just be us. 

So, I just wanna say thank you! 

We fuckin' love you, Modesto!" 

 

Fuck you! 

 

And you're takin' it easy before the show 

So you won't lose your voice 

And disappoint your fans routine 

 

Photos 

 

And you don't care about the children 

You don't even know them 

All you know is their money 

 

We're the band with our own label 

That's money under the table, that's answering to no one 

But still, other bands just love to hate us 

Talking shit behind us, but smiling to our face 

 

That's OK, it's not that they don't like us 

They're just a little jealous, cause 

we're having more fun 

(the band that wouldn't die) 

We're the self-crowned kings of candor, sultans of slander 

Bastions of D.I.Y. 

 

Which means we make more money, we've got better prescriptions 

We own most of our own music, no one's got their hands in our pockets 

We don't have management, we get to play loaded 

and only 3 months a year 

Some years we just take off, vacations are a write off, 

and so is goin' out (fuck us) 

I suppose that's how we'll go out, 

played out and way after our time 

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