Another boring weekend, another boring day
Im gonna go out and make my way
So sick and tired of hanging about
Im gonna get drunk and scream and shout
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Im gonna holler and Im gonna yell
Gonna get angry gonna raise some hell
I might get ugly gonna start a fight
Dont give a damn if Im wrong or right
Let me tell you the news that we dont care
What you call a dream is our f*ckin nightmare
If you could only see what weve been through
It wont match nothing to what were gonna do
Nothing good we do its all just bad press
From the cut of our hair to the way we dress
Were just standing here singing our own songs
And well still be here when you ba*tards are gone