"Any-ways, you guys fucking rule Hey there's not a fucking fight going on over there I see some shovin', I don't want anyone going home hurt tonight I don't wanna' see fucking black eyes or fucking fat-lips Or some bullshit like that..." Storming through the party like my name is El Nino When I'm a hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, was a skid, and no one knew me by name I trashed my own house party cause nobody came
I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school Never going, ever showing up when we had to. Its 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 another casuality of society. I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity And back down.
Be... cause... 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 is how we were raised Maiden and Priest were the gods that we praised.
Cause I feel like having fun at other peoples expense and, Cutting people down is just a minor offense then. Its none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn. I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.
I don't want to waste my time And become another casuality of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity And back down...
(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.
I don't want to waste my time And become another casuality of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity Back down.
Waste my time with them, Casuality of society Waste my time again, Victim of your conformity Back down.
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Copy to Clipboard: "Any-ways, you guys fucking rule Hey there's not a fucking fight going on over there I see some shovin', I don't want anyone going home hurt tonight I don't wanna' see fucking black eyes or fucking fat-lips Or some bullshit like that..." Storming through the party like my name is El Nino When I'm a hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, was a skid, and no one knew me by name I trashed my own house party cause nobody came
I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school Never going, ever showing up when we had to. Its 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 another casuality of society. I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity And back down.
Be... cause... 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 is how we were raised Maiden and Priest were the gods that we praised.
Cause I feel like having fun at other peoples expense and, Cutting people down is just a minor offense then. Its none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn. I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.
I don't want to waste my time And become another casuality of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity And back down...
(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.
I don't want to waste my time And become another casuality of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity Back down.
Waste my time with them, Casuality of society Waste my time again, Victim of your conformity Back down.
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