Letra de 'Post Modernist Ska' de Johnny Socko

Who dare stare down honesty, from such a grand peak as my soapbox
Pointless pride a commodity, twiching grins, nervous laugh
Dragnet clumsy romantic thought, dissolves underneath a boring tounge
Pupils wide, with little inside, a friendship born of a dying keg
So what hangs on your walls, when they start to breathe?
Or is your idea of shit and puke some retro-dance that's the thing to do yeah
Libation loosens thought, small talk undressing strangers
Coitus next, nothing to say, an empty kiss, a breach of trust
Erotica lost, a beer soaked thrust, forgetting names then losing count
Apathetic consent, a flaccid mount, is all you know of passion and lust
Is this your excuse for watered down come, try to fuck your friends when you have none
A media-molded tact and reason, a different disease for every season, right
Do you know how to laugh, do you know how to scream?
I've got a lethal suggestion, aimed at a dead-beat generation
We're gonna need a drink of elixer considerably stronger than beer
And if we dance without direction, let us dance until we die!
Bop and ska and jive and jump, go-go jissom twist, an orgasmic bump
Jump and jive and ska and bop, try a junky swing, a heroin hop
Jive and jump and bop and ska, it's a Burrough's town, loose the prudish frown
Ska and bop and jump and jive, it's amazing that we're still alive!
Bop and ska and jump and jive
Bop and ska and jump and jive
Bop and ska and jump and jive
Bop and ska and jump and jive
Bop and ska and jump and jive
Bop and ska and jump and jive
Bop and ska and jump and jive