Everybody’s talking about revolution, everybody’s talking about smash the state.
Sounds to me like the final solution, Right wing, left wing, full of hate. We don’t want to fight, because you tell us to, so watch your back when you attack cos we might just turn on you. Things get worse with every hour, the future fades into the past. All they want is total power, climbing on the backs of the working class. We don’t want to be part of no new religion, we don’t need a boot or a switchblade knife. Don’t want to be part of a political dream, just want to get on living our lives.
Look at these drop outs. They think they’re having fun. If we were agricultural workers the day would already be half gone…Right that’s it ok turn the music down. I’m putting on radio 4, everything’s normal, you can stop talking your nonsense on my time. You’ve been ‘chilling’ long enough, this is reality calling. And listen, while we’re at it there are systems for a reason in this world. Economic stability, interest rates, growth. It’s not all a conspiracy to keep you in little boxes, alright? It’s only the miracle of consumer capitalism that means you’re not lying in your own shit dying at 43 with rotten teeth. And a little pill with a chicken on it is not going to change that. Now come on. Fuck off.
We see you with your pony tail and flannel ’round your waste. Sideburns, goatee, and pimples on your face. According to Spin magazine, you’re so cool and hip, do us all a favor and lose the hoop from the lip. You’re so bad, you’re so sad. You’re so bad, you’re so sad. You think with your antics your parents are in shock, but you look like Bozo in your bright red Docs. You sneer down your nose, look at us with disgust, but you’ll never be as famous as us. You’re so bad, you’re so sad. You’re so bad, you’re so sad. Drop the attitude, fucker, drop the attitude, dude. Drop the attitude, fucker, fucker drop the attitude.
Thank Gawd for the chattering classes, ‘We know what’s best for you creeps! Things like vinyl and bikes, indie coffee shops and microbrews and LGBT-friendly soccer teams. I’ve got it all figured out and I don’t have any doubts so why am I so lost?’
You are the worst person I know, you’re such a sponge. You pay for nothing, you always say “Oh, I’ll get you later,” but later never comes. And what really bothers me, is you pretend you’re this deep guy who loves women for their souls when all you do is date bimbos. Yeah, I date women for their bodies, but at least I’m honest about it. I don’t buy them a copy of “Catcher in the Rye” and then lecture them with some seventh grade interpretation of how Holden Caulfield is some profound intellectual. He wasn’t! He was a spoiled brat! And that’s why you like him so much, he’s you! God, you’re pretentious! And I think what I hate most about you is your textbook liberal agenda, how we should “legalize pot, man,” how big business is crushing the underclass, how homelessness is the biggest tragedy in America. Well, what have you done to help? I work down at the soup kitchen. Never seen you down there! You wanna help? Grab a ladle! And by the way, driving a Prius doesn’t make you Jesus Christ! Oh, wait! You don’t believe in Jesus Christ or any religion for that matter, because “religion is for idiots!” Well, who the hell are you to talk down to anyone?
When I look at you it makes me wanna puke. Scrawny bunch of slobs, dirty pack of dogs, smoke ya poxy joints, tripping out ya mind, lazy bunch of wasters, think you are headcases, middle class upbringing, safe secure background, always got ya way,
end up in an ashtray. USELESS CRUSTY WE LOVE YOU. Treat ya mum like shit, she don’t give a shit, but i think ya wrong, but ya never wrong, influence the young, think ya really cool, wanna be like you, start to bunk off school. USELESS CRUSTY WE LOVE YOU. You aint going nowhere, ya lives are full of shit, but you won’t admit that
you’re going down you fool. I can’t understand the way you work your head fuck you idiot. You’re all dead. USELESS CRUSTY WE LOVE YOU. Useless motherfuckin crusty beg off me and i’ll stab your poodle. have a bath.

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