Paroles de Me

No more
I don't need a job and i don't need no friends
People bore me to the end i wish that i were dead
All this stench that fills the air reminds me of the dump
And when i turn on my tv, the fuckin' brady bunch
The cluelessness of middle class is what i'm living for
In san jose there's too many dicks, it's a bore, a bore
My parents are getting stressed, just give my ears a rest
I wake in time to go to school to take another test
No more
It's such a total waste, don't worry about me i'll set my own pace.