You complain every day
With a big fat bomb in the ashtray
You say you wanna a revolution
But you bow to the institution
Your hair is perfect like the divine Juliet
Where were you at the protest let me guess
You didn't want to get wet
You talk about things changing
But you camp on your floor, far from the door, you do
You do think your word is enough,
But you talk for nothing, the clock is ticking
You talk about peace in the world
But first fill your big pockets
Your goal is a recording in New York
But you will never exceed your block
Your hair is perfect like the divine Juliet
Where were you at the protest let me guess
You didn't want to get wet
When you think you're number one,
You come far behind, you lose your mind, you do
I don't think I hate you my friend,
But you're dumb, so so dumb, you know