That's What She Said
Sellout Mcraver
You steal my stuff
Think you're so tough
Life for you must be so rough
You left and now they just don't care
Come over though
Try to run the show
But your thinking is just so slow
And I don't care about you anymore
Sell out McRaver
You just crave her
Don't you ever touch my stuff
Sell out McRaver your not cool
It seems you could not find yourself
In post-anarchistic ska punk band rhythms
So you have turned to techno and ecstasy
Fake martial arts
And broken hearts
If it's so hard stay apart
Quit your bitching I don't care
From Letras Mania