He's an anarchist,
A facist and a fuck up,
Believes in nothing,
No regrets just nothing,
And he's an atheist,
And he's on every black list,
Two timing criminal,
A psycho and an animal,
He's a rebel he's superficial,
And he takes what he has for granted,
And does he think when he's caught red handed,
Well maybe this isn't for me,
He's a hypocrite,
A backstabber and loving it,
Drug dealing deadbeat,
Selling his shit out on the street,
And he's a slacker,
It gets worse now he's older,
His best habits his worst habit,
So he dropped a pill and bottled it,
Well maybe this isn't for me,
Well maybe this isn't for me,
Well maybe this isn't for me,
Well maybe this isn't for me!
