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whats the point of rocking night and day for a waste fucking of time and a shambolic display whats the point when u stay up til 3 am praying for the rock gods not to condemn All that you have worked for Is wasting away For five minutes on stage In San Francisco Bay Whyyy rehearse to the sound of the underpath if your not gonna perform and have a laugh tired of romantising about the truth and daft You all hang your heads in a public scream Is it a battle of a Band? Or some shit like this? Can't you seem to understand? riffing is bliss You stand looking on faces paused in time mockery is made in the face of lighted lime From Letras Mania