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