The Vans Song — текст песни (Suicide Machines, The)

Well, you`re just like a club fag wearing Doc Martens
Get a pair of chukas or some checkerboard slip-ons
Worship Jeff Spicoli not Chris Cornell
Get a pair of Vans or God will send you to Hell
To HellЎ­
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Since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else`s kitchen
The plain truth is that you just plain suck
So why should I tell you not to waste a hundred bucks
Vans in my head
Vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I`m walking down the street 2, 3, 4
Don`t wear no Doc Martens
Can`t wear no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socksЎ­
If you want to wear them you don`t have to ride a skateboard
You can even wear them with a pair of old cords
Someone`ll probably tell you that they`re not in trend
Just tell them that`s the reason why you don`t have any friends
No friendsЎ­
I don`t wanna hear about alternative footwear
And I don`t wanna hear about your new hair-do
I don`t give a shit about you stupid motherfuckers
Ў®Cause I just wanna get a pair of olive green chukas!
Vans in my head
Vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I`m walking down the street 2, 3, 4
Don`t wear no Doc Martens
Can`t wear no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socksЎ­
Vans in my head
Vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I`m walking down the street 2, 3, 4
Don`t wear no Doc Martens
Can`t wear no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socksЎ­