This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
When I’m dead I’ll rest.
Admit it, you lecherous douche!
You were listening to my band in 2004,
Though you claim you were reared on The Stooges.
Your entire façade is a line that you feed to anorexic actresses
Who would have laughed at your jacked up Navajo haircut less than a decade ago.
Don’t want to hear about how the latest Rihanna single
Is a post-modern masterpiece. Stop punishing me!
Fueled by a potent mixture of cocaine and latent insecurities.
Defining your own self-worth by the opinion of a stupid website
With Satan as its figurehead.
Now you pass your pestilence on to your Ritalin addled children.
Well, my mother didn’t raise no fool.
God! My blood boils at the thought of you, poser.
Die!
Again.
You’ll never cut me down again and
The crap rains down.
I’m sure you’re proud that you’ve usurped the popular kids’ table,
You son of a @#$%,
Which means you’ve forfeited your dubious “anti-cred”
By buying into your own inflated hype.
And I don’t define my enemies by the clothes they wear
Or the pretentious bands they like.
It’s about how you seek to control minds
Just to appease what you've always lacked.
Again.
You’ll never have your say again.
You’ll never wield those words again.
Caught up in it. So full of it. You’ll never have your say again
And the crap rains down.
Don’t want nobody. Don’t need nobody but me.
No ashtray life, no ant-farm university
And when I rend my skin and reveal my core you’ll see,
When I perpetrate your reversed lobotomy,
You’ll see.
I’m all I wanna be.
Don’t want nobody. Don’t need nobody but me.
Admit it, you lecherous douche!
You were listening to my band in 2004,
Though you claim you were reared on The Stooges.
Your entire façade is a line that you feed to anorexic actresses
Who would have laughed at your jacked up Navajo haircut less than a decade ago.
Don’t want to hear about how the latest Rihanna single
Is a post-modern masterpiece. Stop punishing me!
Fueled by a potent mixture of cocaine and latent insecurities.
Defining your own self-worth by the opinion of a stupid website
With Satan as its figurehead.
Now you pass your pestilence on to your Ritalin addled children.
Well, my mother didn’t raise no fool.
God! My blood boils at the thought of you, poser.
Die!
Again.
You’ll never cut me down again and
The crap rains down.
I’m sure you’re proud that you’ve usurped the popular kids’ table,
You son of a @#$%,
Which means you’ve forfeited your dubious “anti-cred”
By buying into your own inflated hype.
And I don’t define my enemies by the clothes they wear
Or the pretentious bands they like.
It’s about how you seek to control minds
Just to appease what you've always lacked.
Again.
You’ll never have your say again.
You’ll never wield those words again.
Caught up in it. So full of it. You’ll never have your say again
And the crap rains down.
Don’t want nobody. Don’t need nobody but me.
No ashtray life, no ant-farm university
And when I rend my skin and reveal my core you’ll see,
When I perpetrate your reversed lobotomy,
You’ll see.
I’m all I wanna be.
Don’t want nobody. Don’t need nobody but me.
Lyrics submitted by yurfavritwepin, edited by MaverickCD, Variax
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