you're right me and my jock friends are jumping on a 
trend a style that was never cool until you posers made 
your claim man is the bastard skulls what a surprise you 
fucking wimps have got the formula memorized infest 
worship, crossed out riffs we dont know nothing so please 
guide us you fucking pricks I stopped trying to be cool a 
long time ago I laugh to myself as I see you come and go 
make up rules for your friends to live by I'll keep doing 
things my way while you fucking cry prove nothing to 
elitist children I'll let you talk because I owe you 
nothing