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My hero has a tattooed face in his leather jacket he don’t care about race
He wants me to pick up the pace cut all the treble and give me the bass
My hero has a radio face, in his hand me downs he’s looking great
Desperately wants me to pick up the pace, cut out the treble and give me those
Turntables are rolling and we’re feeling like an English movie
I smoked my pay-check now I’m soaring yeah I’m feeling groovy
I’m standing by the speakers, and my heart is filled with rhythm
I wanna feel the music pumping through my system

Damn right, here comes another sound attack, we are no ones going nowhere but we know we don’t care
Look up, here comes another sweet attack, yeah we’re soaring through the air to make your bodies go dance

Didn’t go to school I’m old school rocking sneakers and a hoodie
Dressed all black in skinny jeans, a band tee lookin’ goofy
On my walk-man I’ve got sounds, dangerous and tasty
That boy can move I can’t so he will replace me

Damn right, here comes another sound attack, we are no ones going nowhere but we know we don’t care
Look up, here comes another sweet attack, yeah we’re soaring through the air to make your bodies go dance

We are, we are the weird ones
We are, we are the weird ones
We are, we are the weird ones
We are, we are the weird ones

Damn right, here comes another sound attack, we are no ones going nowhere but we know we don’t care
Look up, here comes another sweet attack, yeah we’re soaring through the air to make your bodies go dance
What up’ you’re looking funky over there, let’s get in it tear it rip it, let’s get sweaty let’s prance
Get down, we shake we twist we fall apart, come tomorrow we’ll say fuck it can we do it again yeah

Damn right, here comes another sound attack, we are no ones going nowhere but we know we don’t care
Look up, here comes another sweet attack, yeah we’re soaring through the air to make your bodies go dance
What up’ you’re looking funky over there, let’s get in it tear it rip it, let’s get sweaty let’s prance
Get down, we shake we twist we fall apart, come tomorrow we’ll say fuck it can we do it again yeah

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from Answering Machine For Broken Dreams, released February 28, 2020

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Comminor is a NeoPunkRock band from Sweden.

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