In year two thousand and nine
Fake art and lyrics vainI think I got the wrong train
I do not belong, this cannot be real
in year two thousand and nine.
You say you rock, I say you do not
smash guitars and look cool,all you do
it's all an image, promotions,commercials
in year two thousand and nine.
Princesses, lolitas with their mini skirts
showing off their 'talented' legs
it's all a dreadful show put up by a pedophile
in year two thousand and nine.
Lyrics talking about bed time stories
and mtv's advertisements promoting whores
back to the seventies when everything was lush
in year two thousand and nine.
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-03-02 at 00:02
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