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The Suicide Machines
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Vans Song
Suicide Machines Well, you're just like a club fag wearing Doc Martens Get a pair of chukkas or some checkerboard slip-ons Worship Jeff Spicoli not Chris Cornell Get a pair of Vans or God will send you to Hell To Hell, to Hell
Well you think Doc Martens are the coolest invention Since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else's kitchen The plain truth is that you just plain suck So why should I tell you not to waste a hundred bucks
Vans in my head Vans on my feet My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street 2, 3, 4 Don't wear no Doc Martens Can't wear no Birkenstock's Just a crummy old pair of chukka boots And a smelly old pair of socks?
If you want to wear them you don't have to ride a skateboard You can even wear them with a pair of old cords Someone'll probably tell you that they're not in trend Just tell them that's the reason why you don't have any friends No friends, no friends Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I don't wanna hear about alternative footwear And I don't wanna hear about your new hair-do See I don't give a shit about you stupid motherfuckers 'Cause I just wanna get a pair of olive green chukkas
Vans in my head Vans on my feet My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street 2, 3, 4 Don't wear no Doc Martens Can't wear no Birkenstock's Just a crummy old pair of chukka boots And a smelly old pair of socks?
Vans in my head Vans on my feet My sole is on the ground when I'm walking down the street 2, 3, 4 Don't wear no Doc Martens Can't wear no Birkenstock's Just a crummy old pair of chukka boots And a smelly old pair of socks?
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