They say we ain't got the style

We ain't got the class

We ain't got the tunes that's

Gonna put us on the map

And I'm a phony in disguise

Trin' to make the radio

I'm an anti-social anarchist

I sound like so and so



They say I'm juste a stupid kid

Another crazy radical

Rock'n'roll is dead

I probably should have stayed in school

Another generation X

Who somehow slipped up through the cracks

Oh they'd love to see me fall

But I'm already on my back



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So it goes in one ear and right out the other

People talking but you know I never bother

It goes in one ear and right out the other

People talking, they can kiss the back of my hand



Now I know I'm not a saint

I've been a sinner all my life

I ain't tryin' to hide my flaws

I'd rather keep them in the light

They want to criticize, scrutinize

Cast another stone

Burn me at the stake

And sit and watch it from their throne



They say the devil is my pal

I do alot of drugs

The crowd will only like me

If they're really drunk

They think they know the least

If they'd listen to the words

They'd find a message tucked beneath



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Here's the moral to the story

We don't do it for the glory

We don't do it for the money

We don't do it for the fame

So all the critics who despise us

Go ahead and criticize us

It's your tyranny that drives us

Adds the fire to our flames