B.F.D.The bands come to town and here you are
To check us out and be the judge
Rate us on your sliding scale of cool
Tell all your friends like it really mattered
"They're playing that bar that we love to hate
The opening bands shit and it costs to much
We only liked them 2 years ago
Now they're on a major, their new record's lame
But they're still all babes, And their hair is great
Plus they're from Seattle, England
I don't know, are you going?"
Agree with your friends on the latest trend
Is it OK to like the band
You think yours is the true punk scene
Its all fashion, you're not what you seem
Swaying opinions with your musicless pen
From autocratic pulpits of paper rags
Slag us for no reason, no reason at all
Except for your self aggrandized agenda
SO WHAT'S IN A LABEL?
"I hate the label they're on,
All the bands on it suck
Now that other label, I buy everything on it
Don't you know that bands sell their soul
When they 'sell out' to a major
We only liked you when you were
Our little obscure"
"Network radio only plays the majors
Suburbia's under major's chains
Majors cost to much for the underground
You can't be both boy, make up your mind"
Well the bastions of indie rock never answered
Or "we're not the McDonald's of alternative music"
I guess one is only valid on certain independents
Just ask some political squat bookers of Europe
Who think that anything that smells of a major
Has got to be evil and money
While they slum it on high state welfare
Garnished from the likes of....
You've written us off & you haven't heard a note
I did my best when you gave no response
You say you only do it for the love of music
What do you think I'm doing this for?
I've nibbled the Thorny hand that fed me Capitol
I'll not live on your mountain top or die in a cave
I used to worry about what you had to say
Let the music do the talking
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