Letra de Ftk

This is a song about messin´ with people
Who´ve been messin´ with you!

Let´s go, now!

Walkin´ down the street on a Tuesday night,
And I´m feelin´ good, yeah, I feel alright!
But I´m tryin´ hard not to pull a switch,
On some drunk frat punk and this stupid BU witch!

Don´t wanna get in a fight,
But I´m easy to excite,
And there´s not a cop in sight, oh!

Whoa, frack the Kells!
Whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!
There´s more jocks outside
Than the whole entire NFL!
Say, whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!

Yeeeah-ow!

Well everybody´s been there once, yeah, no doubt.
But raise your hand if you didn´t get thrown out!
They said, somethin´ ´bout my lack of class,
Well, you can take this car, fill it up with tons of gas!

Yeah you got song [unsure], (whoa-oh-oh)
It´s not the only bar in town. (whoa-oh-oh)
It´s just the first that I´ve burned down, oh! (whoa-oh-oh)

Whoa, frack the Kells!
Whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!
Frack you, frack your mom,
Frack your whole entire clientele.
Say, whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!

Whoa, frack the Kells!
Whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!
Lee-anne!
Whoa, frack the Kells!
Whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!

Whoa, frack the Kells!
Whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!
Rise up rock city,
Now it´s time to raise some hell!

Singin´
Whoa-oo-oh, frack the Kells!

We´re gonna party like mother...
Rrrrahhhhhhh-owwh!