I'm so sick of you   Talk until your face turns blue   I think you need to get a clue   Who the fuck are you   Tell me what to do   I think you need to get a clue      Feed people all your bullshit   We've heard this once before   You pressed your fucking luck here   A revolution's in store      Don't fucking talk to me   I don't need your sympathy   I don't wanna hear your words   What you always say   What you plan to do   Don't even coexist