SHIT!!

Ruts(?) in the hallways

dressing in tune and

Handing out rules like it's some kind of fashion

No passion, in the way they live it's just a game to them

Talking like their shit don't stink!

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I am frustrated with you

I. am. frus. trated. with you! [x2]

Punks in the front room

Choking on a cigarette

Handing out abuse like it's some kind of fashion

No passion, The way they is just a look for them

I'm telling you their shit, IT STINKS!

[Chorus]