I'm not here to be your fukin spectacle
To make your life something less than a tragedy
I don't care about your vices and failures
Get up and stand on your own two feet
Fuck your core!
Out with the new and back to the true
Fuck your core!
Stop crying and get back in the kitchen
How's the view from behind your mama's skirt
Easy to fall when you don't have far to go
Gross acceptance of mediocraty
Is the new quid pro quo.
Take your balls and shove 'em up your ass
To keep your head company
While you jam on the same old song and dance
Lollipops for the crybaby rock bands