Sticking out their tongues and grinning,
Nothing but fools in all directions.
Free as they will, not bothering to notice;
Brain cells dying: their bodies are their brains.
Identity is born from making fun of others,
And inside the ring, the party’s already started;
A paradise without any hesitation…
Frauds: tricking, tricking, with rotten souls; necrosis,
And no mental development either!
Yada yada, just quit your shouting already – I’m sick of hearing it!
It can’t even get me excited; but what does that make me?
Just who’s lead should I follow? It makes me itch all over –
No, no, no, no, no – they’re just fools throwing their weight around!
Stop!
The young, with no honor, come bearing down out of nowhere,
And the alcohol they drain from pull top cans is their fuel!
Oh, you children who can’t keep your pleasures in check tonight…
Go back to preschool and do it all over again, you little brats!
Ahh, but here I am, unable to become one of those fools, and I wonder who I am…
Rolled up, clutching my knees as I shut myself in…
Yada yada, just quit your shouting already – I’m sick of hearing it!
It can’t even get me excited; but what does that make me?
Just who’s lead should I follow? It makes me itch all over –
No, no, no, no, no – they’re just fools throwing their weight around!
Yada yada, just quit your shouting already – I’m sick of hearing it!
It can’t even get me excited; but what does that make me?
Just who’s lead should I follow? It makes me itch all over –
No, no, no, no, no – they’re just fools throwing their weight around!
What a bunch of shit!