Someone please!   Let's write a script that's made for me   That makes you people want to see me   I've got a wish, I've got a wish   That all of this was something special   I need a drink, I need a pill   No way I'll stop until you're sober   She's already said that I was on drugs,   Let's give some money to that bitch.      Or I could just get a real fucking job      I am a prick, look at me go   I could get lucky finding success, I'm a bitch   Imma go get some new expensive shit   All that I hurt, emotions they suck   I'll just tell people I don't give a fuck about that shit      Ain't nobody fucking with me, man   Ain't nobody fucking with me      Wretched is the sound of my voice,   croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces   singing along their dying concern      Wretched is the sound of my voice,   croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces   singing along, their dying concern to my bullshit      Where did our honour go? I think I know   We're always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties   Where did my money go? I spent it on blow   You know that I fucked all my homie's ho's   Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo   My parents can pay for the abortion, you know   Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,   and hope for a free ride to successful endeavors   So bring on the pliers, something to bite   I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck   Bring on the pliers, something to bite   I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck      I need money   I need clothes   I need women   I need blow   Something is very fucking wrong      Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder   Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors   Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame      Where did our honor go? I think I know   We're always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties   Where did my money go? I spent it on blow   You know that I fucked all my homies ho's   Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo   My parents can pay for the abortion, you know   Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,   and hope for a free ride to successful endeavors      Give my regards to all you shady fucks   Thorn in my fucking side   Loyalty   Honesty   Trust   Respect   Humility   Sincerity   We are all so full of fucking shit   We are all so full of fucking shit   Kurt:   "Uneasy hearts weigh the most, oh uneasy hearts they weigh the most...   Maybe i can find a place for you with all the things you do,   I have no clue, watching you, lately I, have been hoping to,   in thought of what to say, what they don't find out"