Hit me This is your life, so why do you do it? You see it all like a film but I'm not in it You don't like my attitude, or my tact But I don't care, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack The side of my head, an endless pain I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect Down the hole with the gene pool defects I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths Here we go again, the runaround circus Looking to you for clues but I'm not worth it You don't like my attitude, or my tact But I don't give a shit, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack The side of my head, an endless pain I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain Je suis l'etranger, ne pas deranger [translation from French: I am the foreigner, do not disturb] Just drive me into the central reservation I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths [Cos that's the perfect ] boredom sway And I'll invite them back to mine The end of dialing nine, nine, nine, the fools I drive her back to the bargain of sticks Play reveille on a pile of bricks [ they ] leave [me/them] [writing] six, six, six I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths Hit me Hit me Hit me Hit me