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I'm too cool to nod my headto the rhythm of the the 70's post punk bandthat played at my friend's loftwe got way too drunkwe forgot the band's name by the end of it allI know bands who don't give a fuckwell, they dress like a bandbut they don't play enoughbecause they think they got an inwith their off shore friendsplay for fifty drunk people who barely listenI'm too busy to wash my hairor change my clothes, 'cause it shows i don't carei make all the best artmy friends say i'm a starand when worst comes to worstyeah, i drive my own cari read first edition booksi give out all the dirty looksyeah, i liked that new band way before the first hookMolded like clayfor your friends to sculptLetras de cancionesthis place is pretty lamei should've stayed homeAnd it's safe to sayyou'll see me at the showand if you ever changeplease let me knowMy friends got lost in the city with all the cool parties and the super hip shows From Letras Mania