Why are you such a misogynist
I would rather than slit my throat than be stuck in a house with you
You think someday you’ll have everybody on your team
You think that you are mighty ‘cause you claim that you could drink
And then you’ll complain about me when I am only one beer in
And someday I just hope you talk to girls the way they should be treated
I know I am too young but I’m afraid to be older
Call me dumb when I am walking down the street
So you’re in a band
Where are all of your fans
So you’ve got a job
Where is your money
Why are you such a jacka**
It’s not a good luck to always act mad
You yell at your girlfriend
You know that she won’t yell back
If you lay your hands on her *[undiscernable]*
You might as well handcuff me now
I’m gonna get arrested
And I’d rather go to prison than watch you treat her like trash
I know I am too young but I’m afraid to be older
Call me dumb when I am walking down the street
Though I’m in a band
Where are all of my fans
Though I’ve got a job
Where is my money