Straight in the door But already you know
The way that you want the music too go
No intention for anything more, Recycled sounds are what you came here for
Now i love the beat but i need to shout
And if you missed the point of the band
then plug in your brain and try and chill out
Now i spit a little bit about what i think is wrong
Run along if you cannot hack the song
You see a band is alive and it grows and it flows
And it shows that the path of sound is long
Its a wide mind c**ture thing
When the band can bring every style and put it in
You reject it, theres the exit
Big fat noise but your point is wearing thin
You turn your head cause it doesnt go your way
Thats fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say
Why dont you play some ska?
You see deep undergound, explorers have found
Its not bad thing if you take to another sound
You can pick and mix with your music fix
Theres a lot of stuff around
You only like one kind of tune, Complain that theres no room
To mess about, but you can mix things up without a doubt
You turn your head cause it doesnt go your way
Thats fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say
Why dont you play some ska?
The way that you want the music too go
No intention for anything more, Recycled sounds are what you came here for
Now i love the beat but i need to shout
And if you missed the point of the band
then plug in your brain and try and chill out
Now i spit a little bit about what i think is wrong
Run along if you cannot hack the song
You see a band is alive and it grows and it flows
And it shows that the path of sound is long
Its a wide mind c**ture thing
When the band can bring every style and put it in
You reject it, theres the exit
Big fat noise but your point is wearing thin
You turn your head cause it doesnt go your way
Thats fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say
Why dont you play some ska?
You see deep undergound, explorers have found
Its not bad thing if you take to another sound
You can pick and mix with your music fix
Theres a lot of stuff around
You only like one kind of tune, Complain that theres no room
To mess about, but you can mix things up without a doubt
You turn your head cause it doesnt go your way
Thats fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say
Why dont you play some ska?