Shepard Two-Tone Lyrics

Imma make this quick

All y'all make me sick

What was once a family

Has gone and turned to shit

Or maybe now I'm seeing through

The facade, computer blue

8 bucks a month right out your hand

To give a fuck about your band

It's all about the numbers

Cartoonish personality

The dreams you had last night

About the streams you want today

And indie record labels bragging hard about their growth

Protecting predators behind limelight

(Here we go!)

Fuck a genre bracket

Why hold yourself down?

I'll never understand it

Don't ever chase the clout

They'll claim they dig your sound

But they'll be the first to break

Stand in solidarity til they found you've made mistakes

Ego and the cool kids table

You can't sit with us

A music dressed in parlor tricks

Pretending it has guts

Once a haven for outcasts, now they got their own club

If you're any less than perfect

Might as well just fuck off

Fuck off

Fuck off

Too Bad

Fuck off

Fuck off

Too bad

Fuck off

Fuck off

Too bad

Too bad, too bad

Too weird to play, yet too rare to quit

Wanna win? Hit F10

God, I love the internet

Welcome to the glass house

I hope you brought your stones

Watching your tongue like the cops

Man, this house is not a home

I'm sick and tired of ska kids preaching about unity

You say you're all inclusive

But you don't participate

What once had gave me hope

Now just boils me with hate

So take this as a diss

And fade away with the wave

Fuck off

Fuck off

Two tone

Fuck off

Fuck off

Two tone

Fuck off

Fuck off

Two tone

Two Tone, Too Bad

Fuck Off

Two Tone

Fuck Off

Two Tone

Fuck Off

Two Tone

Too Bad, Too Bad