Cripple Bastards - Agony of a Reformed Band lyrics
[Cripple Bastards - Agony of a Reformed Band lyrics]
Thrilled to see your current quotation
Bottled corpse paid to unleash
The last weak breath
And I wonder how much would they pay
To get you up on those crutches and
Push your ass back on stage
Prostitution – extended play
A minor walk-on for another marketing scale
One day you were preaching to non-conform
Today you’re a bitch bribed to perform
You were gone for fucking ages
But now who really cares
About your worsening state
How long did you break up
To increase your ratings
Queued on a wishlist of
"bands that should reunite"
Prostitution – extended play
A minor walk-on for another marketing scale
One they you were preaching to noncoform
Today you’re back strongly tied to a norm
Slower, embarassing and grey
You’ve gained your role in
The history of shit
Dumb tasteless audience forcing this
Farce on demand
Creating a platform for displaying
Their lack of taste
Muddling the spirit that forged
Your glory days
Recycling your past for some quick easy cash
Empty years feed a common
Sense of nostalgic void
Instincts sunk forever since decades
Lamely absorbed by global trends
Anesthetized by mainstream schemes
Showing how deep we can
Be silenced and screwed
Entertained by resurrected crap
Bottled corpse paid to unleash
The last weak breath
And I wonder how much would they pay
To get you up on those crutches and
Push your ass back on stage
Prostitution – extended play
A minor walk-on for another marketing scale
One day you were preaching to non-conform
Today you’re a bitch bribed to perform
You were gone for fucking ages
But now who really cares
About your worsening state
How long did you break up
To increase your ratings
Queued on a wishlist of
"bands that should reunite"
Prostitution – extended play
A minor walk-on for another marketing scale
One they you were preaching to noncoform
Today you’re back strongly tied to a norm
Slower, embarassing and grey
You’ve gained your role in
The history of shit
Dumb tasteless audience forcing this
Farce on demand
Creating a platform for displaying
Their lack of taste
Muddling the spirit that forged
Your glory days
Recycling your past for some quick easy cash
Empty years feed a common
Sense of nostalgic void
Instincts sunk forever since decades
Lamely absorbed by global trends
Anesthetized by mainstream schemes
Showing how deep we can
Be silenced and screwed
Entertained by resurrected crap