Seems I just can't break into the music industry, With my happy childhood and perfect family. They don't want a clean-cut kid like me, oh no siree! I have to be abused, misused and fondled sexually. Cause, they want Marilyn Manson They want that guy from the Cure Suffering from manic depression, and raping a bunch o' minors. So I got a brand new idea, A way I could become popular. I'll start my own punk rock band, And I think I'll call it MISDEMEANOR! It'll send the kiddos a' runnin' To buy our new record. We'll sing about killing policemen and on the cover we'll be flippin' th e bird. Cause, they want heroin addicts They want coke-sniffin' fiends But with my new band name, I think that now they'll want me! So I gotta go build my ego, I think I'll start a fight in a bar. I'll even try to slit my wrists, But first I'll learn to play the guitar.