I lost the confidence to write a song, so i found three simple chords and I held them together with my weak voice on an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me. May Elvis turn in his grave and Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers. May the likes of this song never make one fucking dollar, leave it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken, then remembered only for what it was... that we gave 'em hell.
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