Straight in the door But already you know

The way that you want the music to go

No intention for anything more

Recycled sounds are what you came here for

Now I love the beat but I need to shout

And if you missed the point of the band

Then plug in your brain and try and chill out

Now I spit a little bit about what I think is wrong

Run along if you cannot hack the song

You see a band is alive and it grows and it flows

And it shows that the path of sound is long

It's a wide mind culture thing

When the band can bring every style and put it in

You reject it, there's the exit

Big fat noise but your point is wearing thin

You turn your head cause it doesn't go your way

That's fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say

Why don't you play some ska?

You see deep underground, explorers have found

Its not bad thing if you take to another sound

You can pick and mix with your music fix

There's a lot of stuff around

You only like one kind of tune, Complain that there's no room

To mess about, but you can mix things up without a doubt

You turn your head cause it doesn't go your way

That's fair enough, But I grit my teeth when the close minds say