Formed in the basement of a madman, powered entirely by spite, and lacking any semblance of timing, taste, or tact... we are The Urban Decay. We as a civilization must transcend the barriers of our world. We must explore new frontiers or we are all doomed. At the meager risk of looking like fools we release the shackles of categorization ultimately freeing an unwitting humanity from a bleak, bland, and otherwise meaningless existence. We are runaway slaves to an oblivious world and we are the first of our kind. We are The Urban Decay.
OUR DEMANDS:
1. To be fueled by alcohol and spite.
2. The urban decay doesn't keep time.
3. We don't subscribe to "we."
4. We don't play covers, we play "reimaginings."
5. We're like the sun...
6. That's reggae... I've transcended the genre. Bob Marley is somewhere smiling down on me.
7. Our press release is a threat!
8. As your attorney...
9. Copyright be damned!
To Mr. Spokesperson, Mr Legal Councel and Mr. Spin:
I do know there's a new hit single lodged deep down inside Mr. Spokesperson's lung. Mr. Marley's High thrown is trying to deccend a notation that could be subject to title, " The Circus Demented Conspiracy Theory ". VOL 9-11
OK MR. Florio! I'm starting to heal by your sound ; I remember back in the day your left wing or whatever broken wing you flew in on. Thank God your making amends to the NJ citizens. I'm begining to heal myself. Thank you so much for the ADD! MUHAW
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