In One Ear

They say that we ain't got the style

We ain't got the class

We ain't got the tunes that's going to put us on the map

And I'm a phony in disguise, tryin' to make the radio

I'm an anti-social anarchist, I sound like so and so

They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical

Rock and roll is dead, I probably should've stayed in school

Another generation X who somehow slipped up through the cracks

Oh, they'd love to see me fall, but I'm already on my back

So it goes in one ear and right out the other

People talkin' shit, but you know I never bother

It goes in one ear and right out the other

People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand

Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life

I ain't tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light

They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone

Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne

They say the Devil is my pal, I do a lotta drugs

The crowd will only like me if they're really fucking drunk

They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least

If they'd listen to the words, they'd find the message tucked beneath

But it goes in one ear and right out the other

People talkin' shit even though they never bother

It goes in one ear and right out the other

People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand

You hear that? You hear what's comin'?

Oh, you better run for the hills

'Cause we're comin' to your town

And we're gonna burn that motherfucker down

Here's the moral to the story, we don't do it for the glory

We don't do it for the money, we don't do it for the fame

So all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us

It's your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames

And it goes in one ear and right out the other

People talkin' shit, but you know I never bother

It goes in one ear and right out the other

I'm only playin' music 'cause you know I fucking love it

It goes in one ear and right out the other

People talkin' shit, but you know I never bother

It goes in one ear and right out the other

People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand