Lyrics
I've got a fanzine, so I should know
About every band I turned punk two years ago
I tell my subjects I'm D.I.Y
I'll call your band a sellout and I'll tell convienient lies
I've got a lot of staples
Yeah, and to much...
Time to trash a band, they fucking blow
Since I wasn't on the guest list I didn't make the show
No major labels, they really suck
Except for bad religion, can't get their sticker off my truck
Got my own agenda
I write the rules...
I'll use my moms cash, obody knows
You calling me a liar, yeah, my story has some holes
Start a label, rip off the bands
I'll liberate the punk scene part of my master plan
If it's in my zine, it must be true
Who told you i'm always crying just because i'm getting sued
That guys an asshole, that bands on ludes
I guess my little fanzine is like the weekly world news
