I hate big words like bourgeoisie
Don't say that I'll go insane
I hate big corp like Ernst & Young
I don't give a f*ck I just wanna sing my song
Don't make me smile cause I'm a prick
I'm not here to make you think
What's the deal with being young
Blah blah blah we're all so dumb
I'm gonna tie
Myself a noose
I'm gonna jump it
Maybe today
Oh
I can't wait
Oh you got a new haircut
Well I think it sucks
Think your kicks are fresh
Well you're fresh outta luck
Still I do like your jacket
So maybe I'll tax it
Sure I'll come to your gig
But I think you're a pig