I don't know what you want

You and your silly stomp

You shave your malformed head

And wish that you were dead

And every single time

you blow your silly mind

With model airplane glue

I don't know who you are

I don't see any prose

You go and get a trick

Then get a pimply dick

And every time you wait

You have to masturbate

Oh, it dont ring true



Wait, don't stop



And now I'm done with this

And it's so vicious

You criticize my view

Then criticize my tunes

But there's just one thing

Its gonna make me sing

Oh, i dont need you