In your beady eyes I don't make the scene

Well your right if being part of your teenage soap opera's

what you mean

Degenerate degenerate

Encapsulated with all the other creeps

In another lame quest to be this month's kings of the shitheap

I've got a life and I know you're having fun

But I can't take part 'cause I can't go back when the game is done

Reality dosen't mean a fucking thing out here in candyland

It's all about street creds dropping names sucking up and shaking hands

I never knew which way to go

but I know that way is for the chumps

Go back to church and school and work 

and leave this degenerate alone