| UPPERCLASS LOSER You don't like the music that we play You don't wanna hear the things we say You just want to drive your fancy car An upperclass loser that's what you are You think that you got it really made and in the disco you feel so great Your friends they look to me all the same But in the end it's just a shame Fudk off, get lost, leave us alone It's time for you to go home Fudk off, get lost, leave us alone Or else we have to break some bones Your dirty looks they say enough You think that you're a god above You call us scum and dirty losers You better run,'cause here are the bruisers You think that you're number one But I tell you now you're time is gone Daddy won't save you with his money But he 'll pay the hospital, ain't it funny |
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