Hey elitists from LA   Los Angeles, California   You know who you are   You driving fancy cars   Your allowance exceeds my rent   Well listen to what I have to say   Remind yourselves every day   Let's get the message on its way      Well first of all,   Fuck your fucking attitudes   How can you be so fucking rude?   You fucking look at me like when girls are jealous   And fuck your fucking L.A. bars   You're all a bunch of wannabe superstars   Yeah, fuck your fucking act   You're a bunch of dressed up fucking rats      You get anything you want   Mommy's jobless up fucking runt   You're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion   And all your fucking stupid names   Blair and Tavis, that's fucking lame   Z-A-C does not spell Zack,   What the fuck is with all that?      And you think you're so fucking impressive   You get your name on the fucking guestlist   Raise your nose to the people in line   Give the doorman a fucking high five      and then go      Do my shoes match my shirt?   does my shirt clash with my pants?   do my pants match my eyes?   do my eyes look good tonight?   will this place be cool enough?   your hair looks oh, so tough   this looks so good for us   tonight my money's gonna buy me love(x2)      and fuck all of your deceiving   what's your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?   and all the girls you lay to your mat   are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh'd at   and fuck your fucking fake ass world   and all your handed out fucking thrills   some of us, we have to work hard   just to get our little part   and maybe your glamour's not in Boston   but my friends are fucking awesome   and we'll keep on doing our best   even though our lives are a mess      even though my life is a mess   and we go      will this check support this tour?   will this tour lose my job?   without my job where's the rent?   should we all just call it quits?   the dinner dates sure cost a lot   when 28 bucks is all you got   and your life is at a stop   and all your dreams are all self-taught(x3)      and this is the difference between our lives   no wonder tonight you feel alright   and I'm sorry if my mind is occupied   I'm trying to forget to wonder why(x2)      we're built up from nothing   I'm trying to forget to wonder why(x5)