Originally just a dumb song written for a 16 year old girl who dated a bunch of dudes in their early 20's who were shitty to her and a 40+ year old man who used to openly hit on her on MySpace (That's how old this song is). Then it got deeper about decisions involving morals, convictions, sexual demands and sad, frustrating, confusing times. It was shitty and it's still not okay. Happy ska music!
lyrics
Back off man
This isn't your place
This girls way too young
You can see it in her face
And I don't understand what you could
possibly see in her.
Sweet 16 turned sour so fast
Only thing you wanted was to be tappin' that ass
I can see it in your eyes and the little guy in your pants.
And you'll go on singing songs about rainbows
In your fairy tale land far away from here
It happens again the only thing you see in her is
just her skin.
Wipe off your smug little grin
I DON'T CARE!
SHOW ME WHAT YOUR MADE OF
I DON'T CARE!
THERES ONE LIFE YOU HAVE TO LIVE
I DON'T CARE!
WHATS LEFT OF YOUR LIFE?
I DON'T CARE!
I'LL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE YOU FUCKING DICK
YEAH!
credits
from There's no Speed Limit in the Grass,
released December 22, 2011
Robby Sager: Guitar, Trumpet, Keys, Vocals
Ben Idle: Trombone, Keyboard, Vox
Scott Lewis: Drums, Guitar, Screams
Scott Meadows: Guitar, Science
Anthony Weisenberger: Trumpet
Luke Shows: Bass, Vox
Joseph Michael Schultz: Nonsense
Dan Hart: Keys, Vox
Recorded, produced by Alex Fraser, Max Moon and Robosag
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