Zits Bloody Knuckles In Loserville
The static on my tv screen is becoming my best friend
The winter's taken it's toll on me
I wanna feel human again (this place sucks)
All the losers here control my f..cking life
They say I have no future, they're just being dicks
They're pulling out my teeth until I can no longer speak
My fists are clinching tighter, skulls will bleed
f..ck you, I gotta get outta this f..cking town before I become them too
My brain feels like a hand grenade getting ready to explode
They stapled my eyes so I can't see
I don't believe the lies (no way)
f..ck them all, their words sound like broken records
I'm sick of playing this game
They don't care
