Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's no good,   Just a magazine for firewood,   You can play make-believe,   But it's not worth killing trees,   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're a bore,   Selling papers by the corner store,   Don't wanna know what you have to say,   I've heard it a million times anyway      I don't want to hear your voice,   It's obvious to you that I've made my choice,   You bore me to death with nothing new,   And I don't need to be talked down to      I don't want to hear your voice,   It's obvious to you that I've made my choice,   You bore me to death with nothing new,   And I don't need to be talked down to      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's a phase,   We're gonna laugh about all of these days,   Class war is what you talk about,   As long as they don't hurt your parents' house,   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I have to laugh,   Newspapers and baggy pants,   You seem to think that it's superiority,   But it's all just like a cult to me      I don't want to hear your voice,   It's obvious to you that I've made my choice,   You bore me to death with nothing new,   And I don't need to be talked down to