Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome is taking over rock

it seems like no one feels like they belong

all of the kids can relate to self-hate

they don't want a pep talk

a million screaming outcasts can't be wrong



I don't wanna, I'm not gonna

my life's a fuckin' waste

and you're paying me to stand here and complain



I have gone nowhere but that doesn't phase me

I've done it for so long

and don't they say that it's never too late

and all of the girls I know are crazy

but they make for funny songs

don't understand why I can't get a date



I can't get no, I can't let go

I'm a basket case

and you'll never understand a thing I'm saying

but you're paying me to stand here and complain



Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome

is my get-rich-quick scheme

keep the fame 'cause that's not what I'm after

but as long as I'm here then I'll shed a tear

and sing about broken dreams

My life can't be enough of a disaster