Traps - Claiming Nevermind Is Your Favourite Nirvana Album Breaks the Cool Rules

And you can shut up
Your verse/chorus songs are starting to bore me
I'd think they'd start to bore you too but that's a different story
Yes we've all got opinions, but mine means more to me than yours
Oh Grunger boy! Do I make your ears sore?

I Hate Myself And I Want To Die is better than Lounge Act you fucking hipster
We know the score, we know the crime
The nineties were good but that's a different time
We're keeping score, we're keeping sore
Your subjective objective we can't

Ignore, the smirk on my face
For, the love of your God
I'm, just a bully
Your, taste offends me
My, rules are golden coloured
Opinionated arseholes

So what? It's music
So what? It's just art
But rules are rules

Yeah yeah, it's just the rules
It's just the rules

I don't like the way you like that song
Is it, simple music for simple people?

One, reason you're needed
To, be a consumer
Free, from your own thought
For, bigger agendas
Your, money's an asset
To, fund their own lives
Sheep, herded by wolves
Truths, spread through their lies
That's, why there are rules
And, stronger opinions that your own ones

Being sad for fun
It's so beautiful how lost we are
Come back when you're old enough to know how to
I just see people running around
Doing what they're supposed to

Doing what they're supposed to
Are you doing what you're supposed to

Written by:
Chainy Rabbit

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