You’re talking shit I know a cunt when I see one A mouth breather who started too long at the Sun You think you’ve got the answer to everything But it’s only you you’re fooling Fuck you Your stupid views that you push through your sweaty fingertips About as useless as fucking bull with tits You’re like a blind guy at a sign language convention Asking for help with directions You’ve got all the freedom you want But where the fuck’s your responsibility? You really take the cake when it comes to self-adulation Oi, listen up cunts Two-step Two-step You’re wasting time It’s like you’re designed to disturb my state of mind It’s like your knowledge is a gold mind But it’s just an excuse to perpetuate the Pantomime that you learned on the grapevine Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? That horrible feeling, the solar plexus Is your own doing Even a false prophet has values So what the fuck does that make you? What does that make you?