Got quite a knack for fiction, don't you?
Think about the things you can and can't do
Do you think you've got the chance to start anew?
You haven't got a clue
Hang around that straight edge crew, have they heard the news?
Maybe they excuse all of the abuse ‘cause it looks all true?

(my dude!)

Fuck you fuck your shitty tattoos
Fuck you fuck the way that you move
Fuck you I bet you think you're so smooth
Fuck you fuck your shitty tattoos
Fuck you and everything that you do
I know you'll get what's coming to you

Thought you could sneak right by and pass through
No longer a place that you can come to
You did lots of things that you can't undo
And you've hurt more than a few
During a night of friends and booze while she takes a snooze
Entered the house of blues and did as you choose

(my dude!)

Fuck you fuck your shitty tattoos
Fuck you fuck the way that you move
Fuck you I bet you think you're so smooth
Fuck you fuck your shitty tattoos
Fuck you and everything that you do I know you'll get what's coming to you