Enough of your sh**, I've had it up to here.
It's time I made my intentions clear.
I don't give a f** about your skinhead pride
And I couldn't care less about the lower east side.
I'm just a working cla** slob who's tired
of getting the short end of the stick.
It ain't my problem if I'm not like you
And I'm not s**ing Uncle Sam's dick.
You call that negative- you think I'm out of touch.
I can't stand living, I can't stand you, and I just can't hate enough.
You say my hatred has blinded me where I can't see as far as I could spit.
But that's where you're wrong 'cause I could see quite clear
And I could see that you're full of sh**.