The Gothsicles - English License (The-How-Did-We-Get-on-This-Conp? mix) lyrics

Now don't get me wrong When you hear this song 'Cause I got five Project Pitchfork CDs on my desk Playing more than occasionally XMTP MP3s But we're the English Police And you're under arrest! Arrest... First off, the letter "V" Is pronounced differently Than the way in which the letter "W" is said Such linguistic mistakes Should be harder to make If you called up an American goth and got your sh** proofread! Proofread... For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forthhence Project Pitchfork, E-Craft, and Funker Vogt Your English License has been revoked! For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forthhence Neuroticfish, E-Craft, and Funker Vogt Your English License has been revoked! And I will concede That I will stomp 'til I bleed To your music 'cause I'm not a hater But it's hard sound tough Even vocoding won't be enough First grader... But I'll let you off with a warning If you promise me one thing: That you'll figure out what the proper syllables to accent are 'Cause your looped layers of static Will sound more dramatic When you don't sing like a goddamn dork... ALLES KLAR? ALLES KLAR?... For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forthhence Project Pitchfork, E-Craft, and Funker Vogt Your English License has been revoked! For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forthhence Neuroticfish and E-Craft and Funker Vogt Your English License has been revoked! Bands are on the run from the grammatical police For their own good, we gotta find and fix mistakes from Germanese No more changing words to make a rhyme or rhyming same words twice 'Cause it's possible to write a hit were the words aren't sacrificed Soon we're gonna go put other places to the test By fixing up their lyrics, Scandanavia is next Making yudgments on the quality of lyrical esteem Chopping up sh**ty lyrics with a guil-e-o-tine The right accents aren't required to garner our approval But singing like an idiot means license removal And I aware of my own lyrical shortcomings Pronunciation errors that knock me out the running Saying Funker, not "Foonkah", when I know that that is wrong Showing blatant hypocrisy within my own damn song But I'll make an effort and strain To get it right on the refrain And here it comes again So raise your voice (not woice) and sing along! For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forthhence Project Pitchfork, E-Craft, und Funker Vogt Your English License has been revoked! For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forthhence Neuroticfish and E-Craft and Funker Vogt Your English License has been revoked!