Dont wanna be number one
Dont wanna be on top of the charts
Dont want your stupid awards
Dont want to sing your national anthems
Dont wanna be friends with chad the quarterback
and his football bully buds
Dont wanna bang stacy in the backseat
and the her cheerleader sluts
Smoke cigs and drink beers with the cool kids after school
We mock the fools, bang fists and say todeloo
Listen to master of puppets and ramones
On my bike ride home, drunk and stoned
Looks like its gonna rain and I remember
The way she looked at me today and her perfect ass
Go in my bedroom to get away from the screams
Get out my comic books and guitar magazines
Escape into my world of rock star dreams and superhero fantasies
Eat hot dogs with doritos and sprite
watch van damme movies and masturbate to the sex scenes
I am a man of the world
Maniac poet from the north