BANDAGE
1. BANDAGE
BANDAGE
(verse 1)
tore off my flannel plaid shirt
cover my wound with a piece of it
because the stage is where I truly feel alive at
I'm not getting off of it
cuz of a flesh wound and bullshit
I can sing it because I wrote it
mix it like this, just like that
mix it like that, engineer dude
if you'd please
don't drown me out
let the guitars roll
and the drums rock
take it to the max
give no fucks
(chorus)
raise the pole
and wave the flag
we were born to rock this stage
grunge is the art of life
listen to me scream out my strife
no, I don't know
and I don't care
echoes from a distorted guitar strum
screams from the crowd at the bar
I'd die for it all
the soundtrack of our lives
bandage
slay me with a guitar
band age
dododo ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
dododo ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
(end chorus)
(verse 2)
society's rejects in a cigarette haze
lost youth in ripped jeans and "just a phase"
patch the holes where pain begins
sew wounds up with safety pins
feed me to the underground
heal my cuts with dark distorted rock
mix it like this, just like that
mix it like that, engineer dude
if you'd please
if it rips you apart
in your depths of heart
you're feeling it right
do that band shit
just beat it
(chorus)
in the corner of these rejected hearts
the world gave up and tore us apart
but the beat keeps us alive
gives these bars a reason to thrive some more
a heavy melody
with a bottle of Jack and angst
reject the glam
and kick it with our boots
there's comfort in authenticity
anti-establishment
I know rebellion
existential crisis
under a black sun
(end chorus)
(bridge)
guitar string on my broken skin
cover up all the torture from within
this kind of life isn't for everybody
but I was born to be just that kind of guy
nihilistic, wretched, and gut wrenching
are the things that bring me closer to alienation
what's your name, what's your gen, and what's your problem?
what's your name, what's your gen, and what's your problem?
someday
what once was old will be brand new
legends keep on growing up
they tell the kids how we rocked
if we don't tell them ourselves
(chorus)
raise it, raise the pole
and wave the flag
we were born to rock this stage
grunge is the art of life
listen to me scream out my strife
no, I don't know
and I don't care
echoes from a distorted guitar strum
screams from the crowd at the bar
I'd die for it all
the soundtrack of our lives
bandage
slay me with a guitar
band age
dododo ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
dododo ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
(end chorus)
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