there's no reply quite as wise as yours   filled with philosophy and metaphors   and a thousand words that i never new existed   oh tell me how you ever became so gifted   excuse me if i like the common (??)   but you're never wrong and it's getting really old      oh the poster kids when it comes down to it   spend alot of time but there ain't much to it   you hate me   and i'm sick of you   oh the poster kids got alot to say   they'll prove you wrong in every way   you hate me   and i'm sick of you      well i'm stupid 'cause i got a few beliefs   what makes you sure i wanna hear your beefs   about why there's no god and what punk really stands for   oh doin' this all day must make your eyes sore   excuse me if my leader's not some twit   but you'll never know 'cause you're so sure of it