Wiped out in the city slick Another sick rock 'n' roller acting like a dick Needing cash Burning through the trash That piles up in this place And fills up behind my empty face Full of things that I'm not to do
You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away with nowhere to go
I run down to the corner lot It's forty-five past two I almost forgot to show Got a date to make with Mr. So-and-So After which I won't care when you all start to bitch and moan About being alone
You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away with nowhere to go
Well, can't you just leave me alone? You've already thrown all the sticks and stones You had to send my way Well, can't you just leave it at that? And spare us both the bother Because I just bounce back anyway I got nothing that I want to do more Than make another sonic "fuck you" to play Whenever you make my life cliche So to fit in some little box with the all the labeled shit You would say to keep confusion away
You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away with nowhere to go
You come over with all of your friends And all their opinions I don't want to know And I'm looking over my shoulder Booking away
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