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you pretentious f**king losers
you've got nothing at all
you've got your fingers in your a**hole
and your hand on the call
and you talk such f**king horsesh*t
that it's hard to believe
that you almost make careers out of being naive

you, you are a f**ker coz you sold my guitar
you, you are a f**ker, seeking fortune in bars
you, you are a f**ker, coz you say such stupid sh*t
I've got a better line in pocket lint
than what you've done with it

so if you are an a**hole who pretends to be a friend
then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending,
and now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper?
why yes, I have become a f**king happy camper!

I hate your f**king faces and your trendy cut hair,
I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere
because it's use is just the same as what I sh*t into the bowl
just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole

I hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right
I hate that when it's down you run instead of fight
I'm set to think you lot in life to test the stronger ones
will just require some chicken sh*t and also sneakers for the run.

I dig it away, the sh*t you puked instead of swallowed,
in an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load,
so when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper,
and yes, I will become a f**king happy camper!

stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane
wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again
where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick,
your flaw will send, the sh*t you call your business
to the place that is your end

stuck in the winter, cold and wet,
your stupid friends have come and went
and you've left behind your idiot job,
and it's far from a prize, you f**king dink

...your'e a f**king dink... yeah!
...how's this for punk? dink!!!

...suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a human being...
you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot
of balls to dick with someone else's life, you f**king pseudo ghetto
"boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullsh*t! thank christ you don't
have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to
intimidate others, sh*t for brains. shut the f**k up, and get out of
your parent's house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake,
quit being such a f**king sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!... dink.
I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory
and I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story
and this whole l.a. rock thing

that the malls are buying up
it doesn't work, it doesn't work,
it's so inbred I might throw up...
and now I'm put into the middle
with the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up

hearing "hey, man, punk... let's have more punk!"
so here I am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell,
that either way my music's sh*t and it ain't ever going to sell

so if you've got the gall to take this sh*t blown up your ass
and youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the same cr*p out in mass
then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you songs and be a f**king happy camper.

yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk
the smaller points so I can give it all and save you work
you say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper...
well then, f**k,
...I guess I am a f**king
...happy
...f**king
...camper.