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Why try to find a nice way to tell 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 fucking eyes Off of me You fucking creep. Get your fucking hands Out of my pockets You fucking thief. Why try to find a nice way to tell 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 fucking eyes Off of me You fucking creep. Get your fucking hands Out of my pockets You fucking thief. All you kids, So smart with your cool looks Don't you know? Stop talking about The stuff that makes you pissed Don't you know? Keep your hands inside your pockets, And draw deep breaths And fumble for the right word 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 just makes me sick That's what I said. Start a band! Throw a brick! You lazy fuck just make me sick But the gym Is neutral territory. |