Stop calling us ska.don't stuff us in your box
And set it on fire.
It's taken me three years
to realizeIts such a hateful genre.
If I
sing about love I don't fit inIf I sing about God I
am not wantedWhatever happened to unity?Yeah, that's what the sweet checks On your
vans symbolize.It makes me sick, it feels like
tortureevery time I hear someone say"ska
ska ska!"You never listenedYou never
caredYou sing a happy song because you're
scared.Oh no, I said God and it's not a joke.I guess I'm shoving this right down your throat
And set it on fire.
It's taken me three years
to realizeIts such a hateful genre.
If I
sing about love I don't fit inIf I sing about God I
am not wantedWhatever happened to unity?Yeah, that's what the sweet checks On your
vans symbolize.It makes me sick, it feels like
tortureevery time I hear someone say"ska
ska ska!"You never listenedYou never
caredYou sing a happy song because you're
scared.Oh no, I said God and it's not a joke.I guess I'm shoving this right down your throat