There's nothing left to do now I'm a soccer mom in the spring No one likes you or the high horse you ride on The days, they feel like chores now The crowds do not applaud 'cause no one likes you or the band you're in at all Come on while you're young crack a grin Tell them you're on your sh** because After all, no one likes you I just want to take acid Or play ping pong with Ian Jones No one likes your or the basement you came from I'm boring but I'm trying Does that count just a little bit? No one likes you or your hundred year-old home Come on while you're young crack a grin Tell them you're on your sh** because After all no one likes you