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