Goldfinger - The City With Two Faces | Текст песни

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• Goldfinger
• The City With Two Faces

I tried once to be civil
But I just got put on hold
I'm sick of hearing complaints
The espresso is too cold
You act like you're a friend
But then you talk 'bout how we suck
Just save it for your dildo
That's the only thing you'll fuck

(Chorus)

If I was smart I'd run fast
Out of this town
Sometimes I want to shout and scream
Fuck L.A.

Traded your Doc Martens
In exchange for cowboy boots
You're asking who's Keith Morris
Yeah you're punk rock
Where's your roots
You're a rocker you're a biker
You're punk rock now you skate
Last year it was Zeppelin
Now it's Bad Brains
You're a fake

Chorus

Spoken:
Now, don't get me wrong. You're probably thinking we're just some trendy punk rock band, jumping on the bandwagon. Like how many times have you heard me say fuck, anyway? Mm.. Seven to be exact. We still have four more to go. Now I know L.A. has got some beautiful people; it's also got some great bands. NOFX, Bad Religion; hell, I owe my life to this city. But I have had more motorcycles stolen here than Nirvana has songs about Heroin. You can't really surf, unless you wanna get hepatitus.. Wait a second!

Chorus

Fuck L.A.
Fuck L.A.
Fuck L.A.
Fuck it