All I've ever really wanted was to hear this song on the radio, and
I really thought that you'd understand
but every time we'd see you you'd just hold out your hand
and it's not like we make a whole lot of money
but you took our cds and charged us a fee
then you disappeared on me
so I say
I hope you die in a fire
And the smoke fills up your lungs until you f**ing choke
And the last thing that you'll see is a silhouette of me
Laughing at you as you die
‘cause I f**ing hate you
You never really wanted us to be here
Are we just another one you stepped on?
Are we just like everyone you stepped on?
And it's not like we make a whole lot of money
It's not like we make a whole lot of money
Or drive fancy cars, or smash our guitars
‘cause we can't afford to
so I say
I hope you die in a fire
And the smoke fills up your lungs until you f**ing choke
And the last thing that you'll see is a silhouette of me
Laughing at you as you die
‘cause I f**ing hate you
How does it feel when they burn you?
And the smoke it stings ‘til you claw out your own eyes
And you die