Neutral Territory

Why try to find a nice way

To tell you suck?

I hate your guts

You act so boring

And if you don't stop those looks

I'm gonna poke you in the eye

Who are you anyway?

You think you're second to none

Keep your fucking eyes

Off of me

You fucking creep

Get your fucking hands

Out of my pockets

You fucking thief

Why try to find a nice way

To tell you suck?

I hate your guts

You act so boring

And if you don't stop those looks

I'm gonna poke you in the eye

Who are you anyway?

You think you're second to none

Keep your fucking eyes

Off of me

You fucking creep

Get your fucking hands

Out of my pockets

You fucking thief

All you kids

So smart with your cool looks

Don't you know?

Stop talking about

The stuff that makes you pissed

Don't you know?

Keep your hands inside your pockets

And draw deep breaths

And fumble for the right word

Keep your hands inside your pockets

And draw blank stares

You're living in the real world

Start a band!

Throw a brick!

Your laziness just makes me sick

That's what I said

Start a band! Throw a brick!

You lazy fuck just make me sick

But the gym

Is neutral territory