Negative hippie's got his finger on the pulse of Boston!
He's hot on false positivists and mop-headed co-eds,
jobbers with mandalas who are talking to
promoters, co-owners, and over-playing his hand.
There must be 50 ways to leave your band.
There must be 50 ways to leave your band!
Brat poison.
Q: Brat poison?
A: Brat poison!
Brat poison:
Go west, young dumbsh**,
and put yourself into orbit
where verbose is verboten,
ferocious? Forgotten.
I wanna take a ride on your retro shtick,
but it's form-over-content
and moreover, nonsense:
We're disappointing fill-ins!
Just a bunch of spoiled children!
We could emulate a sunshine state,
but New England's dreamin'!
Brat poison.
Drum circle jerks
take opiates, appropriatin' culture
and sh**,