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If you could pick your guitar like you pick your nose, Or play a clean lick like you lick clean your toes, If you were less like a thistle, and more like a rose You could be the shit Yeah you could be the shit You could be the shit like me But your lyrics are trite and redundant Chock full of cliches like sardines in a can You tend to repeat things again and again You can't write for shit, No you can't write for shit You can't write for shit like me Letras de canciones Your band sucks my ass And bows down before me To kiss the tips of my painted toes And lick my callused feet Your band sucks Your band sucks Your band sucks me But then one day In the month of may Sitting complacent and bored They played your song on the radio And I heard your power chords And they didn't suck No they didn't suck They didn't suck me Well I've changed my views and I see the light This competition between, it just ain't right And I don't wanna end up in a great big fight 'cause your band kicked the shit yeah your band kicks the shit your band kicks the shit out of me My band sucks my ass And bows down before me To kiss the tips of my painted toes And lick my callused feet My band sucks My band sucks My band sucks me From Letras Mania