Wishy Washy from Dochdwy Road by Grown Downz

Wishy washy boring tunes,
I think they are stalking me.
Go to work and they are there,
Hiding in the radio.
Lurking in the supermarket,
Cranking it in the booze isle,
Targeting the mindless market.
The market.
Brainless cookie cutter clones.
Invading my beat head holes.
Predictable, forgettable,
Ghost written with no chest organ.
Microwaved art cloned for the charts.
Their tunes sound like the smell of my farts.
They suck as hard as drunks on their darts.
Their Darts.
No ear safe to wonder the streets without the threat of an audio attack from the charts.
Shape shifting, shameless pop clones,
they are trying to occupy every frequency I hear.
Line the anti-reals pockets so that they can regurgitate songs that we've already heard,
so so many times before,
Criminally profitable bore.

• Punk
• Punk & Roll
• Punk Rock
• Rock
• blues
• Tauranga