I tried once to be civil
But I just got put on hold
I'm sick of hearing complaints
The espresso is too cold
You act like you're a friend
But then you talk about how we suck
Just save it for your dildo
That's the only think you'll fuck
If I was smart I'd run fast
Out of this town
Sometimes I want to shout and scream
Fuck L. A.
Traded your doc martens
In exchange for cowboy boots
You're asking who's keith morris
Yeah you're punk rock where's your roots
You're a rocker you're a biker
Then you're punk rock now you skate
Last year it was zeppelin
Now it's bad brains you're a fake