Letra de ' The Only Band That Puts Iced Tea In Whiskey Bottles ' de The Tim Version

Let's raise our glass and toast to white motherfuckers with a
passion for things they don't understand three cheers for
passion for things they don't understand three cheers for
shallowness and superficiality is this american is this what
makes a man a man broken chance for all those fools who
knew me believe consume and die authority provided this is
the best time to buy save your arguments you better splice
your time twist your arguments you better waste your time
perched here on the cutting edge of individuality parade the
banner of our with the old in with the new for the renaissance
man who rolls his eyes and says hoe's done it all before
you've replaced a sense of history with a sense of I'm so
much better than you I'm not cursing time and space
because I haven't been in the right time at the right place
think of all the time you waste putting others down to make
yourself feel better if nothing's going on it's because nothing's
going on inside your head is everything that you
crusade for just a circumstantial crutch for your image don't
act surprised don't smile don't pretend that there's anything
going on that's anything new to you is anything new to you.