Don't whine to me about   your problems.   I've listened all night long about them,   you're unhappy, and sticking out in your world.   Another punk rock would-be lawyer,   And you're ready.   So, go chase around the   rats and their money.   I've got none of your answers.   I've got no ambition   to work my life away   for these schemes;   to close my eyes and dream   of plastic things.   I am a waste.   I'm a sonic motherfucker   bent obscene.