A messy, acoustic pop song
Pop-influenced mutli-genre alternative
Spring-Loaded Twatshot is an entity capable of annoying your ears, tickling your toes, and eating away at your preconceived notions of what good music is.
Story behind the song
This is about underachievers, with some poitical implications thrown in... a la, worthless representatives, da bastids
Lyrics
Another crook wrote a story,
About the vanity of falling quarters,
And truthfully it really touched me,
Giant pages of urban lore,
But I think I missed the meaning
I think I missed the meeting
Gold stars for those on time
God knows I'll miss, I'll miss mine
I'm tired to a poor performance,
Fuck the guy who squandered his last chance,
Movement to another crowded flight,
Oh how they changed his mind
Politics gave way to a fishing reel,
Mirrored fatigue for all to steal,
Worship the policy eye-for-an-eye
Oh how we make it right
Another hack wrote a novel,
And declared himself King of the World
And as the lower class is forced to shovel
The shit of an entire world
