Gym Class Heroes - Martyrial Girl$ Lyrics

Yeah, ha ha
I'm officially going in bro
And refusin' to come out
Ha ha, unless I'm bloody
Let's go

I'd like to think I pride myself on being humble
Man these other motherf*ckers lose touch like a fumble
Cause you can keep a level head and have fun too
But I came to pummel the game til it's sayin' encore
At least until my name's in the same lane as buzz
You gonna have to respect me for making "being uncool" cool
You know, Caprice the sandals, Ray Bans, skinny pants and flannels
So insecure I'm tugging at my t-shirt
'Cause I swear the girl behind me staring at my love handles
I just wanna change the channel or delete 'em
Where the f*ck is Adam Sandler when you need him

A Christopher Walken on my papercut shit again
Thank God for walkmans and I gotta thank God often
'Cause otherwise I'll be like these other guys

This type of scene just ain't my thing
Everybody's too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'm a seat on this stool
And I'm gonna lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home

Can someone tell me how I got here in the first place?
'Cause honestly in my opinion this the worst place
I mean I even said hello to a few girls
I feel like Brad Pitt: stuck in cool world
'Cause everything's so foreign
And all the conversations boring
I mean I'm practically snoring
Could somebody please show me the door man?
'Cause I don't think that I can take it
Everybody here is extra hip like replacements
That's probably why I ain't sayin' shit
Oh what the hell I might as well get wasted
'Cause I'd rather be sedated than conversate
About whose sneakers are more outrageous
Or whose outfit's the latest
I think I blow, joke's on you - greatest.

This type of scene just ain't my thing
Everybody's too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'm a seat on this stool
And I'm gonna lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home

Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
I'd advise you all
To the Papercut Chronicles II
It don't get much better
Yeah

This type of scene just ain't my thing
Everybody's too cool for school
And yet somehow I never felt so alone
In a room full of people
So I'm a seat on this stool
And I'm gonna lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home