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letra de loudmouth - danny undead

[intro]
i’ll get into the real band some day, scout’s honour
sometimes people tell me that i talk too much, and
they are right
but this sh-t came from somewhere

[verse 1]
ay, i talk sl!ck for the kid that was choked up
waitin’ in the line, with a pen and a poster
tryna get it signed, boy that’s why that why i hit the show
bought $100 tickets, 20 minutes, it was over
twelve years old, he’s stone-cold sober
alone outside, where the rain gets colder
no coat, in the middle of october
his t-shirt’s got the band’s name on the shoulders
the doors open, out come the promoters
“the band’s real tired, so please don’t phone us”
security shufflin’, linin’ up like soldiers
the band makes a beeline for the corner
they leave and the kid’s been waiting for no reason, it’s over
all them weekends at the kroger’s
bringin’ back cash to save up for this sh-t
just for the band to say “f-ck it” and dip
well f-ck it, this must be a misunderstanding
i come with a plan, but this kid’s tryna manage
he brushed past the bouncers, extended his hand and says
“please sign my sh-t, i’m your number 1 fan
i’ve heard everything that you’ve ever recorded
the interviews too, man i’m so glad you’re touring
i know it was short, but i loved your performance
i write music too, although that’s unimportant
so please sign my poster”
band looks him over
don’t say a word and walk back to the chauffeur
hop in the limo and roll down the window
while leavin’, the drummer leans out and yells “poser!”
poser… i… i’m f-ckin’ 12, what do you mean poser?
whatever man
[verse 2]
i’ll kick your ass when i’m older
and i hope you crash in the rover
spin out on the ice with no traction controller
i hope the next girl that you smash don’t [?] your stash
and leaves you with a rash on your b-n-r
i hope you lose all of your cash on some poker
the absolute last of your gas in a roller
i hope when you spark it and pass it, on accidence
you spill the ash on your dead grandma’s sofa
that just got upholstered you bum motherf-cker
hope you lose your wallet, you dumb motherf-cker
i hope you get kicked out your apartment and lose your bedsheets and deposit, you scum motherf-cker
i hope you find love
like the love of your life, and i hope that she f-ckin leaves you
i hope that she takes all your sh-t, and your dog, and your kids turn out short and allergic to seafood

[outro]
now, the kid has all of these thoughts in about five-and-a-half seconds
and he tries to buck back, and get out at least one of them
and he can’t
nothing comes out
the car passes him and turns out of his line of sight
and he’s still there on the sidewalk, alone
holdin’ his little poster
he turns around and walks back home, and on the walk back
the kid decides to himself
he is never keeping his f-cking mouth shut again
it’s danny

- danny undead

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