You hypocrite piece of sh** You cannot Ever say That you're perfect No one is But it's bullsh** That all Your favorite goddamn bands Are filled with basic doods Asking every girl they meet On tour to send them nudes Spending all your money On strippers after shows They don't want your sing along They want you on a pole Fake emotion pouring out Screaming fake ideals I may not be a perfect But at least I know I'm real Every single one of you Has been duped by all the lies I won't have anything to do With your bullsh** hardcore pride Women have a place Not just hangers for your coat It's for them to decide For them to choose their role