Lyrics
And you know why?
'Cause you're too worried about what everybody else is thinking
You can't even concentrate on one fucking thing, that's right
Yeah, yeah, you couldn't be my dad if you fucking tried
He had more talent in his fucking finger
Than you have in your whole fucking body
So don't even fucking go there about that, all right?
That's over the fucking line
Why don't you have another drink
And we can just get fucking drunk until we fucking disappear, okay?
Hey, do you got those pills in your pocket?
You're just fucking ugly, that's all
I'm what?
You're just fucking ugly
Get the fuck out!
Get out!
I said get out!