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We Want The Airwaves
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Upbeat punk song, with an original sound. Very reminiscent of the early punk music.
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Some Deet, Some D'eet, The Ramones, Ramones, Dead Kennedys, DK, Penis, Vagina, Food, Something to eat, something, eat, skateboard, rock, punk rock, punk music,
Some D'eet is a Punk band consisting of a vocalist, guitarist, bassist, and drummer. Our influences include The Misfits, The Ramones, Bouncing Souls, and a few others.
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Genre
Alternative • Pop Punk
Charts
#15,642 today Peak #167
#655 in subgenre Peak #11
Author
Lyrics written by Andy Crow, Music by Some D'eet
Rights
Some Deet will kill you if you steal this. Dont...
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March 09, 2006
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MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 1:40
Story behind the song
Well, it might be kinda hard to tell by listening to it, but Andy wrote this song because the only thing you hear on the radio today is a bunch of shit, and we figure if its gonna be shit, we want it to be our shit.
Lyrics
Verse One: Don't tell me what the fuck to do, I'll do what I want. Fuck you and your goddamn scene, you're just a fucking cunt. You feed us all these bullshit lies, you tell us how to act. One of these days we'll turn around, we'll fight the fuck back. Chorus: We want the airwaves, we want the presses. We want the truth and we want the answers. We want the billboards, we want the pages. We don't want smokestacks, we want fair wages. Verse Two: I'm tired of all your bullshit, and I'm tired of all your lies. You fucked me over time and again, I'll fight you till I die. There's danger in the suburbs, streets and all through town. Corruption now is everywhere and it needs to be brought down. Chorus:We want the airwaves, we want the presses. We want the truth and we want the answers. We want the billboards, we want the pages. We don't want smokestacks, we want fair wages. Verse Three: The needle dicks in congress, don't know how to rule. It's like watching a class in elementary school. Times have changed and everything has gone down from here. We're to blame, we don't feel pain, but trust me we soon will. Chorus:We want the airwaves, we want the presses. We want the truth and all the answers, This is not the way things should be. Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
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