No more
I don't need a job and I don't need no
friends
People bore me to the end I wish that I were
dead
All this stench that fills the air reminds me of
the dump
And when I turn on my tv, the fuckin' Brady
Bunch
The cluelessness of middle class is what I'm
living for
In San Jose there's too many dicks, it's a bore,
a bore
My parents are getting stressed, just give my
ears a rest
I wake in time to go to school to take another
test
No more
It's such a total waste, don't worry about me
I'll set my own pace.
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