Parents, police, teachers, do we need them?  Action, myself, attitude, I claim in mayhem  I know you don't like me but I could care less  You try to win, you lose, now who's the best?  I fell nothing now  A coma has set in this town  My grave I've started to dig  'cuz Quincy  ChiPs have black balled us and big  The masses they can't relate  Blind as a bat  Blind as a bat but they think they know this and that  Why don't they just wake up, smell the roses  Smell the roses with their nozey noses  And when you see me walk by  I hope that I make you cry  Your opinions are just lies  It's too bad we're only gonna die.