You’re talking shit
I know a cunt when I see one
A mouth breather who started too long at the Sun
You think you’ve got the answer to everything
But it’s only you you’re fooling

Fuck you

Your stupid views that you push through your sweaty fingertips
About as useless as fucking bull with tits
You’re like a blind guy at a sign language convention
Asking for help with directions

You’ve got all the freedom you want
But where the fuck’s your responsibility?

You really take the cake when it comes to self-adulation

Oi, listen up cunts
Two-step
Two-step

You’re wasting time
It’s like you’re designed to disturb my state of mind
It’s like your knowledge is a gold mind
But it’s just an excuse to perpetuate the
Pantomime that you learned on the grapevine

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

That horrible feeling, the solar plexus
Is your own doing
Even a false prophet has values
So what the fuck does that make you?

What does that make you?