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Call me a fag you don't even know me/ So quick to judge, you can fuckin blow me/ Discredit me, and don't know my name/ You and your friends are all the same.
CHORUS I see you at the mall with your stupid clique/ You never cease to make me fucking sick/ I'm glad you like to follow the rules/ I bet you'll be happy as a corporate tool/ Yeah, you'll "grow up" to make some loot/ To wear a uniform, a fucking suit!
Act on impulse, never think/ You like to go out, like to drink/ Well, i hope your happy hell/ When you've killed your last brain cell
Repeat CHORUS
I see you at the mall with your stupid clique/ You never cease to make me fucking sick/ Call me a fag you don't even know me/ So quick to judge you can fucking blow me
Repeat CHORUS one last time for all the starving children.
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