Why find a nice way to tell you you suck?
I hate your guts
You act so boring
And if you don't stop those looks I'm gonna poke you in the eye
Who are you anyway?
You think you're second to none
Keep your fuckin' eyes off of me
You fuckin' creep
Get you're fuckin' hands out of my pockets
You fuckin' thief
Why find a nice way to tell you you suck?
I hate your guts
You act so boring
And if you don't stop those looks I'm gonna poke you in the eye
Who are you anyway?
You think you're second to none
Keep your fuckin' eyes off of me
You fuckin' creep
Get you're fuckin' hands out of my pockets
You fuckin' thief
And all you kids, so smart, with your cool looks
Don't you know?
Stop talking about all the stuff that gets you pist
Don't you know?
Keep your hands inside your pockets and draw deep breaths,
and fumble for the right words
Put your hands inside your pockets and draw blank stares
You're living in the real world
Start a band
Throw a brick
You're laziness just makes me sick
Start a band
Throw a brick
You're laziness just makes me sick,
cause the gym is neutral territory