Faded

Faded Lyrics

So how the f**k did we
Even get on this show
Some promoter must have had to fit a stylistic status quo
I thought all the project bands have brainwashed all the Punk Rock executives
I’m breathing air into the underground after it was left in the street for dead

I can’t feel my hands
I’m too drunk to find my mind
I don’t want to talk to some screamo kid about how much he digs Sublime
I’m dying in a club that’s pumping ACME through it's P.A.
Forever hated by this industry but still finding a way on stage

It’s fading
Can no one tell?

So this is your first tour
I bet a beer that it’s your last
Don’t bother stickering the bathroom kid I’ll be covering it in March
I read your autobiography and frankly it don’t make sense
Man, I can’t believe I’m sharing a stage with this sh*tty INXS

It’s faded
Can no one
Tell, me where it went wrong?
Tell, me where it went wrong
The underground
Tell, me where it all went wrong