They

say

that

we

ain't

got

the

style,

We

ain't

got

the

class,

We

ain't

got

the

tunes

that's

goin

to

put

us

on

the

map

And

I'm

a

pho-

ny

in

dis-

guise,

Try-

ing

to

make

the

ra-

dio,

I'm

an

an-

ti-

so-

cial

a-

nar-

chist,

I

sound

like

so

and

so,

They

say

I'm

just

a

stu-

pid

kid,

Anot-

her

cra-

zy

ra-

di-

cal,

Rock

and

roll

is

dead

I

pro-

bably

should've

sta-

yed

in

school,

A-

not-

her

ge-

ne-

ra-

tion

X

who

some-

how

slipped

up

through

the

cracks,

Oh

they'd

love

to

see

me

fall

but

I'm

al-

rea-

dy

on

my

back

And

it

goes

In

One

Ear,

And

right

out

the

ot-

her,

Peo-

ple

ta-

lkin'

shit

but

you

know

I

ne-

ver

bot-

her,

I

goes

In

One

Ear,

And

right

out

the

ot-

her,

Peo-

ple

tal-

kin'

shit,

They

kiss

the

back

of

my

hand

Now

I

know

I'm

not

a

saint,

I

been

a

sin-

ner

all

my

life,

I

ain't

tryin

to

hide

me

flaws,

I'd

rat-

her

keep

them

in

the

light,

They

wan-

na

cri-

ti-

cise,

scruti-

nize,

Cast

a-

not-

her

stone,

Burn

me

at

the

stake

and

sit

and

watch

it

from

their

throne,

They

say

the

de-

vil

is

my

pal,

I

do

lot-

ta

drugs!

The

crowd

will

on-

ly

like

me

if

they're

real-

ly

fuc-

kin'

drunk,

They

think

they

know

my

thoughts,

But

they

don't

know

the

least,

If

they

lis-

te-

ned

to

words

they'd

find

the

mes-

sage

tucked

be-

neath

But

it

goes

In

One

Ear,

And

right

out

the

ot-

her,

Peo-

ple

ta-

lkin'

shit

but

you

know

I

ne-

ver

bot-

her,

I

goes

In

One

Ear,

And

right

out

the

ot-

her,

Peo-

ple

tal-

kin'

shit,

They

kiss

the

back

of

my

hand

You

hear

that

You

hear

what's

co-

ming?

Oh

you

bet-

ter

run

for

hills,

Cause

we're

co-

ming

to

your

town,

and

we're

gon-

na

burn

that

mot-

her

fuc-

ker

down!

Here's

the

mo-

ral

to

the

sto-

ry,

We

don't

do

it

for

the

g-

lory,

We

don't

do

it

for

the

mo-

ney,

We

don't

do

it

for

the

fame

So

all

the

cri-

tics

who

des-

pise

us,

go

a-

head

and

cri-

tici-

ze

us,

It's

your

ty-

ran-

ny

that

drives

us,

adds

the

fi-

re

to

our

flames

And

it

goes

In

One

Ear,

And

right

out

the

ot-

her,

Peo-

ple

ta-

lkin'

shit

but

you

know

I

ne-

ver

bot-

her,

I

goes

In

One

Ear,

And

right

out

the

ot-

her,

I'm

on-

ly

play-

ing

mu-

sic

cos

you

know

I

fuck-

ing

love

it,

It

goes

In

One

Ear,

And

right

out

the

ot-

her,

Peo-

ple

ta-

lkin'

shit

but

you

know

I

ne-

ver

bot-

her,

It

goes

In

One

Ear,

and

right

out

the

ot-

her,

Peo-

ple

tal-

kin'

shit,

They

kiss

the

back

of

my

hand