Dilettantes Lyrics

Call us simple-minded, starry-eyed punches,
Small-time musicians, idiots and clowns
Laugh at us and speak ill of us
If you need an emetic, you're free to take our sounds

We're not in it for the money
For unappreciated truth REF
There's no land of milk and honey
We're out to reach the youth
For a fistful of ideals we play some rock

For his majesty we're always on the job

Call us the worst band you've ever heard
Come to the gigs just to disturb and boo
Name our plan a lame crusade
Prophezise us a second waterloo

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Play our tracks only to annoy your neighborhood
Tear us to pieces in your critics and reviews
Burn our CD's and misuse the booklets
When you're run out of toilet paper, it's on you to choose

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