Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's no good
Just a magazine for firewood
You can play make-believe
But it's not worth k**ing trees
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're a bore
Selling papers by the corner store
Don't wanna know what you have to say
I've heard it a million times anyway
I don't want to hear your voice
It's obvious to you that I've made my choice
You bore me to d**h with nothing new
And I don't need to be talked down to
I don't want to hear your voice
It's obvious to you that I've made my choice
You bore me to d**h with nothing new
And I don't need to be talked down to
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's a phase
We're gonna laugh about all of these days
Cla** war is what you talk about
As long as they don't hurt your parents' house
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I have to laugh
Newspapers and baggy pants
You seem to think that it's superiority
But it's all just like a cult to me
I don't want to hear your voice
It's obvious to you that I've made my choice
You bore me to d**h with nothing new
And I don't need to be talked down to