You Suck! But Your Peanut Butter's OK - None More Black

Would you exist without all the fists

The music clenched for you?

You’re dressed up like a full-bodied anarchist

Right down to your views

It’s more than points that break, there’s no threat, little promise

To your life, so you take it out on music

Your talk is cheap and I don’t want to hear it

Go preach to your fucking choir

You piss and moan for what’s no longer your own

You’re pissing on the motives of my friends

I understand what you’re saying, what you’re going through

But your point never ends

It’s more than points that break, there’s no threat, little promise

To your life, so you take it out on music

Your talk is cheap and I don’t want to hear it

Go preach to your fucking choir

The ticket price, the songs that you write

We’ve got our eyes on you

The internet is just a minute away

And I’m telling on you

It’s more than points that break, there’s no threat, little promise

To your life, so you take it out on music

Your talk is cheap and I don’t want to hear it

Go preach to your fucking choir

Would you exist without all the fists

The music clenches for you?