Now here's a song for all of you Who hate the world the way I do And all the whiney old school farts And the sophomoric new school fools And the cliques
Start off in the womb, yeah, where it's nice and warm Things are lookin' good, then it's time to be born Doctor pulls you out and slaps you on the butt
We're the rats inside your walls, wronging, no we won't fall, into the cracks left on these streets. SHUT YOUR MOUTH! OPEN YOUR EYES! Screaming to,
