You don't mean it
You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted
It's time that you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you b**hin and moanin
You think you could afford a f**in bottle of asprin
Boo f**in hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of sh**
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of sh**
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to s** a co*k
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are f**ing morons