Another boring weekend, another boring day,
I'm gonna go out and make my way.
So sick and tired of hanging about,
I'm ginna get drunk and scream and shout.
Chorus:
I'm gnna holler and I'm gonna yell
Gonna get angry gonna raise some hell.
I might get ugly gonna start a fight.
Don't give a damn it I'm wrong or right.
Let me tell you the news that we don't care
What you call a dream is our fuckin' nightmare
IF you could only see what we've been through,
It won't match nothing to what we're gonna do.
Nothing good we do it's all just bad press.
From the cut of our hair to the way we dress.
We've just standing here singing our own songs.
And we'll still be here when you bastards are gone.
I'm gonna go out and make my way.
So sick and tired of hanging about,
I'm ginna get drunk and scream and shout.
Chorus:
I'm gnna holler and I'm gonna yell
Gonna get angry gonna raise some hell.
I might get ugly gonna start a fight.
Don't give a damn it I'm wrong or right.
Let me tell you the news that we don't care
What you call a dream is our fuckin' nightmare
IF you could only see what we've been through,
It won't match nothing to what we're gonna do.
Nothing good we do it's all just bad press.
From the cut of our hair to the way we dress.
We've just standing here singing our own songs.
And we'll still be here when you bastards are gone.
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