Somnifacient by Tarantism

LYRICS:

Been in your 20's for at least fifteen years
I'll buy all your records just to toss them in the trash
Won’t even make a spectacle of it
Keep the fucking change I don't want a thing from those pockets
Take this losers merch money and fill the fucking gas tank
What did you picture yourself doing about it?
Pacifist raised like veal
All your shit is fucked anyway
You’re the worst member of your band and you have the most solo projects
As soon as you name drop Joy Division I peace the fuck out
What do you expect me to play this shit on?
I'm sure in a year you'll be the new GBH
I feel like I woke up in the year 3000
Hordes of dorks in jean vests
Its July take that shit off and wash it
LARPing Revolution
So goddamn boring that even your lies about fighting nazis cause narcolepsy
Motherfuckers hitting the floor snoring all around you
Shows full of dudes that don't read
Can't wash your ass but can repair the economy
Full of ideas they heard somewhere else
Just a different kind of conformity
Trying to fool people like your parents aren't rich
Talk shit but your band is still the worst thing I heard today
Cry in your $2 beers because you know you're sorry
Pathetic through and through
Try to convince me you'd die for your views
But you've never been on the front lines of a goddamn thing
Soft to the core
Eager to jump on stage grab a mic and spew your gimmick
And all your like minded friends nod their heads
And all their expendable dollars go in your deep pockets
You're my hero
You're the dark cloud of gentrification
Looming over
You're the problem you pretend to fight
Doesn't matter how down and tolerant you pose as being
You aren't changing shit with that lame distro
You run a tape label because you'd rather spend money on stupid shit
Neither one of us believes in you
I don't want your weak ass ep
You exploit the shortcomings of a genre to fit your lazy lifestyle
No need for effort when you have trite messages
I may be old but your music is still embarrassing
The epitome of preaching to the converted
Your act is safe and lame no matter what you think
You're utterly uninteresting and you fucking know it
Doesn't matter how much you made at the door
Weak nerd frail milktoast brat
I’d like to see you preach your brand of tolerance in a bad neighborhood for once
Watch out dork here comes your own shadow
Can't take criticism but you think you're gonna fight a civil war
Discrediting talented people when you can't keep up
Johnny Ramone was right wing so I should buy your record instead?
Fuck right off with that
That’s super fuckin convenient for all you douche bags that will never be as good as his band
Arrogant bastard
Never accomplished a thing
Tell me to educate myself when you own 4 books and two are photography
I should indulge in your soft pandering?
And because I don't hate women I should agree with your fake ass male feminist bullshit?
An act to get laid by choice or by force
No different than a fraternity
No better than the folk demons you claim to oppose
You're just a jock without testosterone
The only difference is your alcohol is bottom shelf cheap ass swill
Just a smelly version of what you claim to despise
Not fooling anyone kid
Creeper with a smile
The "best friend" we all fucking hate
You play the game we're all familiar with
Crouching in the periphery like a gargoyle
No such thing as participation trophy wives
Dirtbag ass kisser
The least safe place for a woman to be is alone with your ass
Time to hang it up
No sunk cost, pack all your shit back in that van
You’re the most unremarkable person in this place
Time to start your adult life
Mid forties in tight ass black jeans
From across the room I thought you were wearing a wetsuit
Who the fuck takes you seriously?
Flipping through vinyl with your arthritis
Asking me if there's anything new to check out
Pretending you like reggae and soul
I'll hard pass on your new tracks
Look at your old photo albums
You're as counterfeit as your bravado
No one is fooled
Sometimes I think you’re Andy Kaufman and this is an elaborate prank
You're friends talk more shit about you than I do
Fronting like you actually read
Misquoting dumb shit slowly because you're fucking stupid
Punker than thou low IQ motormouth
I made up a book about politics and five bands that don't exist
And you’re acting like you've heard of this shit
Don't you bullshit me about your band blowing up
Fleabags playing house shows next to water heaters
Acting like you're slinging records like they're crack
No need to preorder
They'll be plenty left
Copies for days
Quit asking me if I got mine yet
How many empty rooms do you have to play before you accept that you’re boring?
I'm talking loud on my phone through your whole set
Nothing to see here
What the fuck do you expect me to do with a canvas patch?
Don't hand that to me unless I'm wearing latex gloves
Not even then
Stick it in your mouth so maybe you’ll quit namedropping long enough for me to slip out the side door
Untalented geek
We're in a musty basement and I still smell your ass
Move your amp the homeowner is trying to wash towels
I feel like we're hiding from zombies down here
Amp the size of my toaster
I cant stop laughing at your song titles
Calling people "old" but playing music that hasn't evolved in 40 years
You fixate on age because you take fuckin Cialis
And buy Manic Panic online to hide your greys
Butt flap hiding your colostomy bag
Your hairline is disappearing faster than your friends when there’s trouble
Pretty soon you can use that bondage belt to hold up your nutsack
Nursing one warm Pabst for hours and acting shitfaced
Ducking out before the headliner because you can’t stay up past 8 anymore
Stampede of hipster punks heading for their bikes
Pedaling and crying
Don't forget your 7"'s
Such a great format
I thought you were a loser until I saw how many you collected
Now I’d never fuck with you
Owning vinyl makes you awesome the way listening to podcasts makes you educated
The way watching documentaries makes you something of an expert
Your politics are counterfeit
Fake as a rapper on a yacht with some models
I don't even believe you're a vegan
Spoiled ass drinking $7 kombucha
Suffering from brain parasites
Doughy "vegans" eating tacos in a men's room stall
Afraid to not be a part of something
With that physique don't tell me your ass hates cheese
You turn into Che Guevara once your shift at 7-11 is over
Acting hard and scaring nobody
Seems like every time someone's confronting Nazis your work is short handed.
Wish you could be there my ass
Telling people to “stay safe”
Yeah like you in your house with your phone shut off
Peeking through the corner of the blinds
Fake as the enthusiasm over your new record
No ones counting the days to the release
Don't give me that tour shit either
I wasn't born yesterday
I don't know how you got so condescending playing in your boy’s living room
Your mom told me to tell you not to spill shit in her van again
Five little trees on the rear view and it still reeks of unwashed dicks
Reeking straight through those dumbass jorts
Gamey and greasy like Slim Jims
Wondering why your girl took off
She's at that sports bar you hate with a dude that laughs at your pictures
Her parents love him more than you love talking about yourself
Woke punk rocker trying to be down
Honkey to the fucking core
Spoiled brat weak in the knees
Try converting the ghetto to a vegan diet
Funniest joke I ever heard
Privileged tool on a soapbox getting ignored
Good luck getting poor people to make their own cashew cheese
See how that shit goes
Room full of people that all look the same talking about diversity
You motherfuckers are so white if we turned the lights off I’d still see you
Glow in the dark crossed arms and nodding heads only
That one Sam Cooke record you own earns you no cred
Explain to me how your records help the poor
Who the fuck told you you could stop racism by ripping off Discharge?
I can count the number of rapes your record prevented on zero fingers
These words hurt don't they?
No fucking safe space here
You're an agent of change? I'm not buying it
Your expensive records aren't changing shit but your tax bracket
I asked everyone I know that you claim to stand for and they all passed on your help
“Thanks anyway but we’re all set”
They had no idea you were at war on their behalf
Never heard of you in their life
Changing the world but won't change those fucking socks
People one neighborhood over don't know you exist
All you’ve declared a war on is hygiene
I smell better dirty than you smell clean
Even your fucking heroes are talentless
Made one ok e.p. forty years ago
Been milking those 15 songs since 1980
Playing shows for dumbasses like you
That ain’t happening for you though
If Crass couldn’t change shit what makes you think your weak parody of them can?
Tell your singer it takes more than a corny sweater and glasses to be smart
This is real life not an 80’s movie
You aren’t proving anything to anyone
You’re a fucking dork and you’ll always be one
You don’t win punk rock prom king in the end
This show isn’t your deranged Pretty In Pink moment
This is the real world and you finish last like always
Not because the world is against you
Not because there’s an Illuminati for fuckfaces
Because you’ve always been only intriguing to yourself
You name dropping TSOL is as weird as Christian bands name dropping Slayer
Your friend is a scene photographer because using a camera is easier than playing a guitar
Cant just watch a band can you?
Get in front of me one more time and see what happens
I’m going to snatch that camera and sell it just to donate to a cause you hate
I don’t give a fuck what it is either
Even if I hate it too I’ll laugh the whole time
Imagine who you’d be if your parents liked you.
If you had friends growing up I wouldn’t be here listening to your political speech now
Thanks a fuckin’ lot kids that laughed at you
Now my whole Saturday night is fucked
Watching a grown man cry in public
What the fuck is that shit?
I’m just not buying it dude
Maybe you should try as hard to make friends as you do trying to make friends feel guilty
“I’m gonna call him out”
The battle cry of the pathetic dork
Trying to be edgy by pushing conformity
No one is scared
You’re just a pest they’d rather ignore
I’m gonna eat asparagus all day and piss in your cry closet.
Push your stupid face through the wall into the next room
What are you gonna do about it besides talk shit?
You got nothing and you fucking know it
And everyone knows it
And I hope that eats you alive
You probably lose sleep thinking about how no one is thinking about you
How everyone you know forgets everything you say the next day
Your life sucks and you’re a talentless ordinary bore