Dont want to be a rock star
with my face on your magazine
Or some postcard punk for the techno age
just an image on the screen
We ain't preepacked for mass appeal
so stardoom is out of reach
Its just strictly roots for urban revs
Its the sound of the streets
We don't pose
we dont wear your trendy clothes
Dont give a damn bout who you know
cause we dont fucking pose
Those rich kids in the suburbs
dressed in their braces and boots
They've never had no dirt on their hands
and they come to the shows in suits
They're downtown on the weekend
with their pockets full of cash
They always try to hang with us
but they end up getting smashed
We don't pose
we dont wear your trendy clothes
Dont give a damn bout who you know
cause we dont fucking pose
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