I can't say that this bothers me much at all. If everybody's carrying a stick, then you're an idiot if you dress like a piñata.
I get a real sense of, "Shut up or I'll give you something to cry about," around complaint rock by any name.
The beat the snot out of the emo kids, and I said nothing because I'm happy with my life.
They gunned down the gangsta rappers, and I said nothing because I'm neither a gangsta nor a gangster.
They ridiculed the juggaloes into extinction, and I laughed because partying in clown makeup has got to be the silliest thing I have ever heard.
I don't figure they'll be coming for me, because I understand that music is only music, not salvation, not a guide to how to live.
If they do come, I'll crank "Die With Your Boots On" as loud as it goes and take as many of them with me as I can.
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Light a man a fire, and he will be warm while it burns.
Set a man on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life.
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