I have a real big fear of getting a real career Steer clear of responsibility My only ability is drinking beer It's taken me six years to come close to getting a B. A I can't say why the delay Oh, and there's that loan I gotta repay Well good news all you friends and fans I still haven't a clue why I still draw Xs on my hands Some stop and ask if Minor Threat's Philosophy is over yet My personal poison is meant to be Hi-C and candy cigarettes I guess Now you can't really call me the worst scoundrel alive When all I do is sit on my ass and play NHL 2005 Hey, how do you like the free ad, EA Sports Courtesy of your #1 fan, Kidd Ickarus of course Now I relax, I take the easy raps, in fact afraid of challenge I manage to damage any track I reprimanded for lack of talent It's sad and understood I'm scandalous and never could be fabulous at all So, if you are looking for the real Cash leave a message and I'll tell him that you called Society's led us to believe that we all become rock stars But I'm seeing my champagne dreams turn into ramen noodles and Pop Tarts Say goodbye to the hot cars, high life, easy livin' Forget about bedding supermodels, I'll settle for sleazy women The life of a slacker is not intended to be one big hurdle Sometimes it acts intense like the guy from the Guitar Center commercials The world will just you mostly just for knowing me Yet they're the ones on the internet writing the sad poetry (whoa is me) The light at the end of the tunnel's getting dimmer and I'm losing hope It's getting harder to cope with the fact that I'm at the end of my rope Now I'm not saying that I ain't got no ambition But I can't find the ignition for my motivation and vision It often seems like I'm living a dream within a dream Except the meaning fades and nothing quite happens in-between There are even days I'm sitting in a parked car The scenery changes as I watch each day just stop and start My pockets are shallow, I'm flat-broke, living in a rat-hole Seems like a bad joke to this lazy asshole Don't get me wrong, I'm not pointing any fingers I'm not a victim of the system, I put my own tit in this ringer I need to look for my way out, to find happiness, respect and clout A lout en route to a meaningful life That's what it's about But then again, when I think about it You know what? I think I still have my doubts