Fifteen – MRR Lyrics
Artist: Fifteen
Song: MRR
In the hour and 28 minutes
You spend writing for your zine about
How so-and-so sold out
And lost all credibility in the punk rock scene
Another thousand children died of starvation
Another thousand children died of starvation
Another thousand children died of starvation
Another thousand children died of starvation
You didn’t do a damn thing
In the hour and 28 minutes
You spend writing for your zine about
How things aren’t the same as they used to be
And how change is a bad thing
Twenty-two more people went to prison
Twenty-two more people went to prison
Twenty-two morе people went to prison
Twеnty-two more people went to prison
You didn’t do a damn thing
Hey Maximumrocknroll, yeah
I really gotta hand it to ya
You do the best job of reporting {?}
The only thing is, if you extracted all the irrelevant b#llsh#t
You’d be left with a 3-page magazine
Who really cares, what you think about this record anyway?
Who really cares, that you pierced your tongue and moved to San Francisco?
Who really cares, who’s the official enemy of punk rock today
Who really cares, that the cigarettes you’re smoking {?} cool people
You know
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
(thanks, Phillip Morris)
Big brother, little brother
Maximumrocknroll
Big brother, little brother
Maximumrocknroll
Big brother, little brother
Maximumrocknroll
Big brother, little brother
In the hour and 28 minutes
You spent writing for your zine about
How so-and-so said this and that
And how so-and-so’s band just ain’t {?}
Another homeless woman froze to death in the city today
Another homeless woman froze to death in the city today
Another homeless woman froze to death in the city today
Another homeless woman froze to death in the city
You didn’t do a damn thing
In the hour and 28 minutes
You spend writing for your zine about
How so-and-so’s band sold out
{?} right now
Another thousand children died of starvation
Twenty-two more people went to prison
Another homeless woman froze to death in the city today
The US destroyed another small country
You didn’t do a damn thing
Hey Maximumrocknroll, yeah
I’ve really gotta hand it to ya
You do the best job of reporting political {?} from another world
The only thing is, if you extracted all the irrelevant b#llsh#t
You’d be left with a 3-page magazine
Who really cares what you think about this record anyway?
Who really cares, that you pierced your tongue and moved to San Francisco?
Who really cares, who’s the official enemy of punk rock today?
Who really cares about the cigarettes you smoke and the cool people?
You know
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Big brother, little brother
Maximumrocknroll
Big brother little brother
Maximumrocknroll
Big brother little brother
Maximumrocknroll
Big brother, little brother
Maximumrocknroll
Big brother, little brother
Big brother, little brother
Big brother little brother
Big brother little brother
Big brother little brother
Big brother little
Big brother little brother
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From the album:
Hush
Release Year: 2000