Song: Let’s Go Down to Hollywood and Shoot People
Viewed: 14 - Published at: 8 years ago
Artist: Subhumans (Canada)
Year: 1980Viewed: 14 - Published at: 8 years ago
Computerized surroundings in a sterilized room
Pressured behaviour twists your rented-out mind
Uneasiness starts to grind
Once-satiated instincts search for release
A claustrophobic feeling sits in your gut
To be primitive man
Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade
Face up to your life
A strange desire leads you down to the store
Horses and six-guns race through your head
The redneck fever spreads
New cowboy boots sit tough on your feet
Suede leather jacket and a ten-gallon hat
Now you’re a real man
Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade
Face up to your life
Midnight cowboy, play your new-look role
Masturbate your mind
And you will find
Nothing’s really changed
You’re just as messed-up if not more
It’s not a fad that’s gonna help you
You’re just as trapped as you were before
Your stupid customs really seem like a thrill
Another chance to practice wasting your time
The newest human decline
Old chauvinisms can resurface again
Step on the progress that’s been made in the past
Keep running from yourself
And keep fucking everybody else
Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade
Face up to your life
Midnight cowboy, play your new-look role
Masturbate your mind
And you will find
Nothing’s really changed
You’re just as messed-up if not more
It’s not a fad that’s gonna help you
You’re just as trapped as you were before
You’re just as trapped as you were before
You’re just as trapped as you were before
You’re just as trapped as you were before
Another chance to waste your time
Another chance to waste your time
Another chance to waste your time
Pressured behaviour twists your rented-out mind
Uneasiness starts to grind
Once-satiated instincts search for release
A claustrophobic feeling sits in your gut
To be primitive man
Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade
Face up to your life
A strange desire leads you down to the store
Horses and six-guns race through your head
The redneck fever spreads
New cowboy boots sit tough on your feet
Suede leather jacket and a ten-gallon hat
Now you’re a real man
Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade
Face up to your life
Midnight cowboy, play your new-look role
Masturbate your mind
And you will find
Nothing’s really changed
You’re just as messed-up if not more
It’s not a fad that’s gonna help you
You’re just as trapped as you were before
Your stupid customs really seem like a thrill
Another chance to practice wasting your time
The newest human decline
Old chauvinisms can resurface again
Step on the progress that’s been made in the past
Keep running from yourself
And keep fucking everybody else
Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade
Face up to your life
Midnight cowboy, play your new-look role
Masturbate your mind
And you will find
Nothing’s really changed
You’re just as messed-up if not more
It’s not a fad that’s gonna help you
You’re just as trapped as you were before
You’re just as trapped as you were before
You’re just as trapped as you were before
You’re just as trapped as you were before
Another chance to waste your time
Another chance to waste your time
Another chance to waste your time
( Subhumans (Canada) )
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