Now here's a song for all of you   Who hate the world the way I do   And all the whiney old school farts   And the sophomoric new school fools   And the cliques that rise up in between   The different sections of the scene   Talking too loud and self too self absorbed   To see their own idiocy      But I'm full of it too...   A bag of hot air just like you.   Idealism burning the world down   Like I'm better than all the suit and tie guys downtown      Anybody can dress like an asshole   Anybody can have an opinion   Everybody can become what they hate   so fuck everybody      Sixth fucking grade   The year that all the world's evil and trickle down pressured to "be somebody" manifested itself in my peer group   Petty shit talking dress codes   And early installments of class division   And patriarchal value?   I guess our parents were proud      But hey look at us now!   we've got the attitude down   Silence everyone who doesn't think like me   I'm a ship with no sails yea you might call me silly but...      Anybody can dress like an asshole   Anybody can have an opinion   Everybody can become what they hate   so fuck everybody.. except me of course      Ah yes, the angry breakdown of the song   All you before me must stand in awe of my    Angry pasturising and angst ridden growls..   Genuflect my brothers and sisters and in-betweeners   for I hold the microphone, and therefore   I AM SOMEBODY      I'm trying to sound convincing (listern to this guy yell)   But I'm just not that angry (what's he tryin' to sell)   My specialty, lip service (nobody listerns to you)   Hide behind popular politics (no wonder you cleared the room)      That's how I became the Jerk   That's how I became the Jerk   That's how I became the Jerk   That's how I became the Jerk.