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Spit on the Sidewalk

Lina Fars Lina Fars
rock fast Punk sneering punk band: overdriven guitars locked to a rushing hi-hat groove gang-shout backing vocals on the hook bass riding eighth-notes. Verses are tight and dry chorus explodes with wide panned guitars and shout-along chants. Brief shouted bridge drops to drums and bass before last chorus slams back in. Male vocals raw throat almost-spoken spit in the verses ragged yells in the chorus.

Creada el ene. 31, 2026

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Letra

[Verse 1]
Cut sleeves
Black boots
Bus stop boredom
Cheap fruit juice
Skateboard scar on my front tooth

Dead-end
Same town
Stickered backpack
Kicked around
Parents talk like I'm let-down

[Chorus]
So I spit on the sidewalk
Scratch my name in the paint
If this place wants a villain
Guess I’ll play what it ain’t
I’m a rip in the dress code
I’m the curse in the prayer
Spit on the sidewalk
Yeah
I’m leaving it there (hey!)

[Verse 2]
Lunch bell
Same seat
Teacher reading from a dead-beat sheet
Eyes on the clock like broken teeth

Cheap thrills
Flat beer
Parking lot choir screaming “we’re still here”
Laugh till the cops draw near

[Chorus]
So I spit on the sidewalk
Scratch my name in the paint
If this place wants a villain
Guess I’ll play what it ain’t
I’m a rip in the dress code
I’m the curse in the prayer
Spit on the sidewalk
Yeah
I’m leaving it there (woah)

[Bridge]
You build your fences
We jump ‘em at night
You write your rules
We set ‘em alight
Call it a phase
We call it a fight
Call it a waste
We call it a life

[Chorus]
So we spit on the sidewalk
Scratch our names in the paint
If this world wants its heroes
They can choke on the saints
We’re the rip in the dress code
We’re the curse in the prayer
Spit on the sidewalk
Yeah
We’re leaving it there