Upstart In Middleclass Hell

Upstart in middleclass hell

Where do you belong?

It's nothing personal just shut up

I'm so sick of you going on and on

Foulmouth and your stupid hairdo

Who are you to dictate

Starstruck by the mighty hand

Of everything predictable

Godsent, I don't think so

Even if you were, it wouldn't matter

Hatred is so much more useful

You'll see if you ever come around



And your work may be profound

But I hate the way you sound



Tried hard not to be affected

But you had to prove a point

And took it to the limit

Where I lost my cool

So when I find the tools

I drill a hole in you

And see the sun shine through



And your work may be profound

Still I hate the way you sound