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 eyes off of me you creep
get you're hands out of my pockets you 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?
put your hands inside your pockets and draw deep breaths and fumble for the right words
keep your hands inside your pockets and draw blank stares you're living in the real world
start a band throw a brick your laziness makes me sick
'cause the gym is neutral territory