| They say that we ain’t got the style, we ain’t got the class
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| We ain’t got the tunes that’s gonna put us on the map
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| And I’m a phony in disguise, tryna make the radio
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| I’m an antisocial anarchist who sound like so-and-so
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| They say I’m just a stupid kid, another crazy radical
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| Rock 'n' roll is dead, I probably should have stayed at school
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| Another Generation X who somehow slipped up through the cracks
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| Oh, they’d love to see me fall, but I’m already on my back
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| So it goes in one ear and right out the other
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| People talking shit, but you know I never bother
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| It goes in one ear and right out the other
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| People talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
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| Now I know I’m not a saint, I’ve been a sinner all my life
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| I ain’t tryin' to hide my flaws, I’d rather keep them in the light
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| They want to criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone
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| Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne
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| They say the devil is my pal, I do a lot of drugs
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| The crowd will only like me if they’re really fucking drunk
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| They think they know my thoughts, but they don’t know the least
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| If they’d listen to the words they’d find a message tucked beneath
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| But it goes in one ear and right out the other
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| People talking shit even though they never bother
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| It goes in one ear and right out the other
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| People talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
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| You hear that? |
| You hear what’s coming?
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| Oh, you better run for the hills
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| Cause we’re coming to your town
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| And we’re gonna burn that motherfucker down
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| Here’s the moral to the story: we don’t do it for the glory
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| We don’t do it for the money, we don’t do it for the fame
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| So all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us
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| It’s your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames
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| And it goes in one ear and right out the other
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| People talking shit but you know we never bother
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| It goes in one ear and right out the other
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| I’m only playing music cause you know I fucking love it
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| It goes in one ear and right out the other
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| People talking shit but you know I never bother
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| It goes in one ear and right out the other
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| People talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand |