why find a nice way to tell you you suck i hate your guts   you act so boring and if you don't stop those looks i'm gonna poke you in the eye   who are you anyway you think you're second to none   keep your eyes off of me you creep   get you're hands out of my pockets you thief   and all you kids so smart with your cool looks   don't you know?   stop talking about all the stuff that gets you pist   don't you know?   put your hands inside your pockets and draw deep breaths and fumble for the right words   keep your hands inside your pockets and draw blank stares you're living in the real world   start a band throw a brick your laziness makes me sick   'cause the gym is neutral territory