Vārdi: Five Iron Frenzy. Upbeats And Beatdowns. Cool Enough For You.

What could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy.
Whatis in a standard if it changes all the time?
Youire still having trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think youire punk, just because itis in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a peaceful feeling, I donit want to fight no more.
Got a peaceful feeling, I donit care if weire punk, or ska, or hardcore, enough for you, itis sad but true,
you can call us names till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes from God, itis nothing new,
weill never care ecause weire never cool enough for you.

That smug look on your face, your nose up in the air,
your patches say youire open-minded,
but still you couldnit bear,some punk thrown in with ska.
You said it wouldnit work. Well you can take your Vespa home
ecause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a deaf ear.
Heis such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see weire all alike, and we can dance as one.