Always told, it’s going no place Now it is, my saving grace Too loud, too short, without the talent
I will not listen, I will not have it Fighting those voices, inside my head
Fact is that, you never cared Going to get there, in spite of you Despite all the shit, that we’ve been through
Doubters, everywhere Doubters, I don’t care Doubters, All the time I don’t care, won’t be denied
Doubters, get out the way Doubters, it’s time to pay Doubters, all the time I don’t care, won’t tow the line
Easy to sit, behind the keyboard Put on an act, you’re really a fraud We can read it, on the screen Stop cutting me down, from living my dream I know that, I’m not like you I do not care, for what you do Going to get there, in the end
All we seem to do, is defend
Energetic DIY skate-punk, it's over before it's barely begun; yet crams more hooks into a collection of two minute sonic blasts than most pop acts could manage with double the running time. Tristan