C. Situnayake
C. is 90 years old.
C. is located in Amsterdam at Zorgvlied.
C. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
Back from the dead, and who's to blame?
Oh darling, you give necromancers a bad name...
punk rock nothing
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Song Details
The music is mediocre and the lyrics are mediocre. The song was written 2/8/2005 by C. Situnayake. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
20 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
10 |
| Genre: |
None |
| Owner: |
Bad Charlotte |
| First Revealed: |
2/8/2005 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
This song has no instruments. It was possible to write songs without instruments in the early days of this game. This is no longer possible.
Special Lyrics
Partying every night,
gonna see a show tonight.
Getting drunk, out of my mind,
pleasures of a different kind.
Fly around, I'm outraged,
idealist of a different age.
They try to lock me in a cage,
all their effort goes to waste.
Cause I'm a punk rock nothing,
oh yeah, a punk rock nothing.
At least I'm something,
I'm just a punk rock nothing.
Kids shows dress girls up like Barbie dolls,
They don't want to end up trolls.
Show them clothes to make them whole,
they'll be sure to play their roles.
I don't care,
what people decide to wear,
don't judge people by their hair
Barbie sluts are unaware.
That I'm a punk rock nothing,
oh yeah, a punk rock nothing.
At least I'm something,
I'm just a punk rock nothing.
You've got,
people who adore your butt,
toy-boys to satisfy your lust,
video clips going beyond smut,
beauty, nevermind the cost,
past commitments collecting dust,
ideals are completely lost,
basically, your common slut.
I'm a punk rock bitch,
I'll leave you rotting in a ditch,
dying from a chronic itch,
I will watch your corpse turn and twitch.
I'm a punk rock nothing,
dodge my swings or get stinged,
I'll tear off your angel wings
leave your image hanging on a string.
Covers
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