Letra de Cliché Filler Punk Song

Who are these junkies?
They're not my friends anymore
But who hell’s really my friend
Man, what're they good for?
And what's the deal with
coffee and cigarettes
?
That’s about as cliché as punk rock can get
But none of that shit matters when you're a lonely kid like me
So please man, buy my record, come on, help my self esteem
They say “kid you don't know shit, so shut your mouth, don't waste your breath”
Stop trying to be different, you're just another waste at best
But if
Durden
taught me anything it's “elitists don't last long”
‘cause I'll just satirize you and write another song
Get it through your head kid, I’m resilient
There’s a word I call you, and that word's ignorant
And I promise you, this song ain’t a filler
‘cause here's the moral, it's supposed to deliver
Treat everyone with respect, but that doesn't mean you’ve got to like them