Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
Cripple Bastards
[Testo di "Agony of a Reformed Band"]
[Strofa 1]
Thrilled to see your current quotation
Bottled corpse paid to unleash the last weak breath
And I wonder how much would they pay
To get you up on those crutches and push your ass back on stage
Prostitution – extended play
A minor walk-on for another marketing scale
One day you were preaching to non-conform
Today you’re a bitch bribed to perform
[Strofa 2]
You were gone for fucking ages
But now who really cares about your worsening state
How long did you break up to increase your ratings
Queued on a wishlist of “bands that should reunite”
[Strofa 3]
Prostitution – extended play
A minor walk-on for another marketing scale
One they you were preaching to noncoform
Today you’re back strongly tied to a norm
Slower, embarassing and grey
You’ve gained your role in the history of shit
[Strofa 4]
Dumb tasteless audience forcing this farce on demand
Creating a platform for displaying their lack of taste
Muddling the spirit that forged your glory days
Recycling your past for some quick easy cash
[Strofa 5]
Empty years feed a common sense of nostalgic void
Instincts sunk forever since decades
Lamely absorbed by global trends
Anesthetized by mainstream schemes
Showing how deep we can be silenced and screwed
Entertained by resurrected crap