Lyrics:
Fad The Kill Punk Rock Stars

YOU FILL ME UP WHEN I HAVE NO HOPE LEFT AT ALL I know some fool who collects records Only now he smokes pot He traded in his straight-edge For angular art rock

A so-called "cultured suburban male" Sick & tired of his home and chasing tail Say to himself "I need a plan to be a man" "I've got to start a band,

girls & boys Make em' choose before they find their own voice What else you gonna do but let your country make use of you? Oil spills (Why can't you see?) It also kills (Kills

might go far It's too bad I came to kill all the punk rock stars (CAUSE THEY KILLED PUNK ROCK) I obsess why I excess To live, to love, to write, to rock

When he said to you this sound is through, let;s start making money What of the summer, yeah it can be a bummer if you're not supposed to be there In the punk

Tell me what's worse: The box or the bomb? Tell me what keeps you up all night long? Headlines hypnotize like deer caught in headlights Pushing the issues