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 Chorus: 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