You're so fuckin' rancid and I hate your fuckin' style,
With all the thoughts you plagiarized while you are runnin' wild,
You said you kept your self respect when all your times were rushed,
How could you fuckin' turn on me?
How many buttons can you push?
What are you afraid of?
The damange has been done,
what are you afraid of when you've got nowhere to run?
We don't need your ignorance we're heard it all before,
Yeah we don't need your opinions; we won't listen anymore,
You're someone we looked up to;
you're someone we could trust,
I feel sorry for the next band that you're trying to corrupt,
We ain't no fuckin' give year plab,
we won't sign our souls away,
We'll never play that radio shit you want us to play,
What are you afraid of?
The damange has been done,
what are you afraid of when you've got nowhere to run?
We don't need your ignorance, we've heard it all before,
Yeah we don't need your opinions; we won't listen anymore,
What was the fuckin' problem?
What was the fuckin' use?
Your lies will get you nowhere, so what's your next excuse?
What are you afraid of the damange has been done,
what are you afraid of, when you've got nowhere to run?