Stuff That I Like by 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 fucking cocaine party fucking freaks me out.
When did Scott Weiland show up? How long�s he stickin� 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 passed out from the booze and the weed
�cause the house stayed up �til 6 AM doing speed.�
But now it�s 1 AM and I�m quite a few in
and I can barely make out where the bathroom line begins
and it�s been moving five inches every fucking five minutes.
I wanna ask the over privileged kids if they would fucking mind?
I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room. What is this? The line for lines?
It�s a long line for lines. I�m getting claustrophobia
from the twenty-something set with bleary eyes.
I don�t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
I don�t wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines.
I don�t wanna be part of this night.
When I�m out these days I do is complain about the booming bass
and the shitty DJ because 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 feel and room,
but lemmings all have dancing shoes and I�m just freaking out.
You�re assaulting me with thrusts like I�m an asshole.
You�re 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, and time after time I don�t wanna be part of this
Friday night or Saturday night. I don�t wanna be part of these cokey times
and eight dollar wines. I don�t wanna be part of this night.
The city subway station never glistens. 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 shitty 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 my light
and climb the fire escape to the roof for a book that I like.
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