No sleep 'til Fuckneckville
It's kind of funny you may not realize it until
Phone call stop, can't get laid
You find out where the parties were some time the next day

One way ticket to seclusion
Now your losin' all
One way ticket to alienation
You're an inside joke

Is everybody supposed to be impressed with your ability
To make us feel less significant than you?
We're all chippin' in the purchase you a one way first class ticket outta town

Millions sold, a mega star
There's a million assholes with ten million guitars
Enjoy it now, soon it ends
Suddenly you find yourself without any friends

One way ticket to isolation
You can hang with you
You've been given a citation for excessive social faux pas
And obnoxiousness

Go ahead keep telling us your fifteen-minute stories about what you had for breakfast then for lunch
We're all chippin' for one big humble pie, we're gonna smash it in your face

Go ahead tell us about your last great sold out concert and how your new record's gonna top the charts
We don't care 'bout your expenses, we just wanna have a laugh at your expense

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    General Commenthow the FUCK is there not a comment about this brilliant song. i love it so much and everybody should listen to it if they haven't before.

    everybody knows someone like the person described in the lyrics. that stereotypical condescending schmuck, asshole that you would just love the hit with a humble pie.

    nofx > amerika > g0d

    thanks. i'm done.
    lagwagon182on May 10, 2009   Link

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