Crime In Stereo - Warning (Perfect Sideburns Do Not Make You Dangerous) lyrics
[Crime In Stereo - Warning Perfect Sideburns Do Not Make You Dangerous lyrics]
So this is what we've all been waiting for?
And to think I almost missed it
Now there's some things I won't ignore
Cause every fool with a guitar
And a slick haircut called
Their predictions
They're the next big thing in rock and roll
But from a basement deep in
What's left of our underground
We're compiling profiles on all you creeps
Now we know where you hang around
Ever since the focus moved from how we sound
To where we signed and what we bought
Our sincerity's been subsidized
Our culture now has a cost
So you fuckers say you want a war?
So you fuckers say you want a war?
I've had enough of you fucking up
The one thing that I love
And I won't sit back and watch
With idle hands and bitten tongue
I understand the need for magazines and
Prime-time ads and pop routines
But, you're trying to place an image
Where a message had once been
Trends fade with time, and that's just fine
Soon you'll go your way, and I'll go mine
You waste your days flooding the airwaves
We spend out nights tripping the dials
We're throwing up our fists to
Calling out the heartless
Cause, I don't think you're
Fooling anyone but you
We're toasting up our drinks to
Fucking up your scene
(I've got explosives) for every
Single one of you
Trends fade with time, and that's just fine
So we'll be alright
And to think I almost missed it
Now there's some things I won't ignore
Cause every fool with a guitar
And a slick haircut called
Their predictions
They're the next big thing in rock and roll
But from a basement deep in
What's left of our underground
We're compiling profiles on all you creeps
Now we know where you hang around
Ever since the focus moved from how we sound
To where we signed and what we bought
Our sincerity's been subsidized
Our culture now has a cost
So you fuckers say you want a war?
So you fuckers say you want a war?
I've had enough of you fucking up
The one thing that I love
And I won't sit back and watch
With idle hands and bitten tongue
I understand the need for magazines and
Prime-time ads and pop routines
But, you're trying to place an image
Where a message had once been
Trends fade with time, and that's just fine
Soon you'll go your way, and I'll go mine
You waste your days flooding the airwaves
We spend out nights tripping the dials
We're throwing up our fists to
Calling out the heartless
Cause, I don't think you're
Fooling anyone but you
We're toasting up our drinks to
Fucking up your scene
(I've got explosives) for every
Single one of you
Trends fade with time, and that's just fine
So we'll be alright