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Stop calling us ska.
don't stuff us in your box
And set it on fire.
It's taken me three years to realize
Its such a hateful genre.
If I sing about love I don't fit in
If I sing about God I am not wanted
Whatever happened to unity?
Yeah, that's what the sweet
checks
On your vans symbolize.
It makes me sick, it feels
like torture
every time I hear someone say
"ska ska ska!"
You never listened
You never cared
You 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
