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 that rise up in between The different sections of the scene Talking too loud and self too self absorbed To see their own idiocy But I'm full of it too... A bag of hot air just like you. Idealism burning the world down Like I'm better than all the suit and tie guys downtown Anybody can dress like an asshole Anybody can have an opinion Everybody can become what they hate so fuck everybody Sixth fucking grade The year that all the world's evil and trickle down pressured to "be somebody" manifested itself in my peer group Petty shit talking dress codes And early installments of class division And patriarchal value? I guess our parents were proud But hey look at us now! we've got the attitude down Silence everyone who doesn't think like me I'm a ship with no sails yea you might call me silly but... Anybody can dress like an asshole Anybody can have an opinion Everybody can become what they hate so fuck everybody.. except me of course Ah yes, the angry breakdown of the song All you before me must stand in awe of my Angry pasturising and angst ridden growls.. Genuflect my brothers and sisters and in-betweeners for I hold the microphone, and therefore I AM SOMEBODY I'm trying to sound convincing (listern to this guy yell) But I'm just not that angry (what's he tryin' to sell) My specialty, lip service (nobody listerns to you) Hide behind popular politics (no wonder you cleared the room) That's how I became the Jerk That's how I became the Jerk That's how I became the Jerk That's how I became the Jerk.