you pretentious fucking losers
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you've got nothing at all
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you've got your fingers in your asshole
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and your hand on the call
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and you talk such fucking horseshit
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that it's hard to believe
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that you almost make careers out of being naive
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you, you are a fucker coz you sold my guitar
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you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars
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you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid shit
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i've got a better line in pocket lint
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than what you've done with it
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so if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend
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then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending,
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and now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper?
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why yes, i have become a fucking happy camper!
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i hate your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair,
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i hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere
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because it's use is just the same as what i shit into the bowl
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just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole
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i hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right
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i hate that when it's down you run instead of fight
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i'm set to think you lot in life to test the stronger ones
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will just require some chicken shit and also sneakers for the run.
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i dig it away, the shit you puked instead of swallowed,
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in an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load,
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so when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper,
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and yes, i will become a fucking happy camper!
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stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane
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wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again
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where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick,
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your flaw will send, the shit you call your business
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to the place that is your end
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stuck in the winter, cold and wet,
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your stupid friends have come and went
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and you've left behind your idiot job,
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and it's far from a prize, you fucking dink
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...your'e a fucking dink...yeah!
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...how's this for punk? dink!!!
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...suck my cock , you pathetic excuse for a human being...
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you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot
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of balls to dick with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo ghetto
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"boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta"
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wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! thank christ you don't
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have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to
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intimidate others, shit for brains. shut the fuck up, and get out of
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your parent's house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake,
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quit being such a fucking sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!...dink.
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i let it get me down because you're in it for the glory
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and i'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story
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and this whole l.a. rock thing
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that the malls are buying up
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it doesn't work, it doesn't work,
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it's so inbred i might throw up...
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and now i'm put into the middle
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with the contracts and the bunk, and i always end up
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hearing "hey, man, punk... let's have more punk!"
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so here i am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell,
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that either way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell
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so if you've got the gall to take this shit blown up your ass
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and youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in mass
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then hell, i'll stand aside and with your plans i'll never tamper
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i'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper.
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yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk
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the smaller points so i can give it all and save you work
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you say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper...
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well then, fuck,
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...i guess i am a fucking
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...happy
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...fucking
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...camper.
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Happy Camper
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| Strapping Young Lad |
