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I know I’m not the one
you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, ever showing up when we had to.
Is it attention that we crave
don’t tell us to behave,
I’m sick of always hearing "act your age".
I don’t want to waste my time
And become a casualty of society.
I’ll never fall in line
Become a victim of your conformity
And back down.
Because you don’t
Know us at all we laugh
when old people fall.
But what would you expect
with a conscience so small.
Heavy metal and mullets
it’s how we were raised.
Maiden and priest
were the gods that we praised
Cause we like having fun
at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down
is just a minor offence then,
It’s none of your concern,
I guess I’ll never learn.
I’m sick of being told to wait my turn.
Don’t count on me,
to let you know when.
Don’t count on me,
I’ll do it again.
Don’t count on me,
it’s the point you’re missing.
Don’t count on me,
cause I’m not listening.
Well I’m a no goodnick
lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I don’t
give a shit about nothing.
You be standing on the corner
talking all that kufuffin.
But you don’t make sense from
all the gas you be huffing.
Then if the egg don’t stain
you’ll be ringing off the hook,
You’re on the hit list wanted
in the telephone book.
I like songs with distortion,
to drink in proportion.
The doctor said my mom should
have had an abortion.
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