He's sitting down behind her I see him with that anger Attends the family functions Talks to himself, restraining eruption "I hate you mom, I hate you dad I hate myself, [?]" He's good, yeah he's good 'cause he really, really thinks that He's good, yeah he's good 'cause he really, really thinks that He's good, yeah he's good 'cause he really, really hates dad He's good, yeah he's good 'cause he really, really hates dad He's good They say that he is a genius But he is too [?] to believe it And after all he's to say He's never had a friend, Even a friend he could hate Because he's dumb, Because he's sick, Because he's so great