Revolver - What's My Name | Текст песни

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• Revolver
• What's My Name

I'd like to take all of your fake smiles and all of your fradulent "cause"
and all that bullshit psuedo-doku-soap-mentality,
it's make pretend! shove it up your ass...

The neverwas turned into a wannabe soon became a hasbeen...
gone, forgotten, wanished, within a week
The neverwas turned into a wannabe soon became a hasbeen...
it's to sad baby but you can't fake Rock'n'Roll.

All the facism, dictating fashion and all your flavour of the weak.
and all your opiate for the feeble minded, fucking "trends"
I've really had it up to here...

The neverwas turned into a wannabe soon became a hasbeen...
gone, forgotten, wanished, within a week
The neverwas turned into a wannabe soon became a hasbeen...
it's to sad baby but you can't fake Rock'n'Roll.

(Hey stupid! when your fifteen minutes of fame is over, how far can you go?
how far will you fucking bend?)
So fucking tired of your canned laughter and all your force fed fake applause...
The neverwas turned into a wannabe soon became a hasbeen...
gone, forgotten, wanished, within a week
The neverwas turned into a wannabe soon became a hasbeen...
it's to sad baby but you can't fake Rock'n'Roll.