Bomb The Music Industry! - Stuff That I Like lyrics

The city subway stations never glisten The gates rise up like they belong in prison And my balance is low I better pick a good place, I got one ride to go Your f**ing c**aine party f**ing freaks me out When did Scott Weiland show up, how long's he sticking around? I guess this new fare hike means that I'll ride my bike Play video games and do other stuff that I like And in the morning, cleaning up, we found these plastic bags With a little bit of party left, and started to laugh Man, I'm glad I pa**ed out from the booze and the weed 'Cause the house was up till 6 AM doing speed Now it's 1 AM and I'm quite a few in I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins And it's been moving five inches every f**ing five minutes I want to ask the overprivileged kids If they would f**ing mind, I gotta take a piss in the c**aine room What is this, the line for lines, a long line for lines? I'm getting claustrophobia from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes What is this, the line for lines, a long line for lines? I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this night When I go out these days, all I do is complain About the booming ba** and the sh**ty DJ If I wanted to go to a dance club, I'd own a bottle of Brut A closet full of Christian Dior and I'd be in a different room 'Cause we can dance to Otis Redding, P.O.S., and M.I.A. And if you're on Serato Scratch, don't call yourself a DJ Beat detecting's got no attitude, your tempo maps can't fill a room But lemmings all have dancing shoes And I'm just freaking out, you're a**aulting me with thrusts like I'm an a**hole Sweating to the sounds of Billboard's Hot 100 Like a total "yeah, bro!" dick, man, I thought that we all lived here 'cause we're different I guess I was wrong this time, time after time I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of these coke-y times and eight dollar wines I, I, I, I don't wanna be part of this night The city subway stations never glisten The gates rise up like "What's up? You're in prison!" Confined by alcoholism And lack of better decisions for having fun on the weekends But this sh**ty atmosphere keeps bumming me out Don't want my Club MTV, I hate Downtown Julie Brown I guess these new prices hikes will make me grab me light Climb the fire escape to the roof with a book that I like