Want to pay the cost To destroy your boss Three upon a cross For another day Six pack on my grave Bless the U.S.A. You don't care what they think You're a dog barking through the chain link Alright broke teens blow vaporized smoke screens I wrote zines for your local scene Rate it two stick n pokes and a nose ring My cassette bangs like a snub nose Walk into the club kill the crowd with my fuzz tones Zyn for the sin, morphine for more pain Indie rock carcasses clogging up the storm drain You don't care what they think You're a dog barking through the chain link Until the day you rest You'll live a lie, but it's for the best Do you really want to make me cry? I can just delete you off my mind Eyes as dry as the weed you smoke Smoke Smoke Smoke