Fire In The Attic Call It Quits
Fists up scenester
fancy a duel
let's have it out
come on let's make a scene
let's end this tonight
take me on call it quits
i guarantee i will win
i have met much worse than you
your words are like feathers
they breeze right past me
my fists are my words (my fists are my f..cking words)
music is not fashion
you are a limited genre
music is not fashion
you're dying out today
Fists up scenester
fancy a duel
let's have it out
come on let's make a scene
let us end this tonight
take me on call it quits
i guarantee i will win
i have met much worse than you
your words are like feathers
my fists are my words
we're not conforming to genres
we're not selling out our souls
we're not conforming to genres
we're not selling out our souls
