Not enough for me to get dressed for the occasion
Is the number thirty-two now here is the situation
If the beat move your feet then do not change station
Pack your bags cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I'ma disaster a microphone master
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster
It's not about money, cars, hotels, or resources

Storming through the party like my name was el niño
When I'm hanging out drinking in the back of an el camino
As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name
I trashed my own house party cause no body came

I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, ever showing up when we had to
Attention that we crave don't tell us to behave
I'm sick of always hearing act your age

I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down

Because you don't
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall
But what would you expect with a conscience so small
Heavy metal and mullets, it's how we were raised
Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised

Cause we like having fun at other peoples expenses and
Cutting people down is just a minor offences then
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn
I'm sick of being told to wait my turn

I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down

Don't count on me, to let you know when
Don't count on me, I'll do it again
Don't count on me, it's the point you're missing
Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening

Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class bra
Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothing
You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin
But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffing
Then if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing off the hook
You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book
I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion (fadingout)
Bortion
Bortion
Bortion
Bortion

I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down

Waste my time with them
Casualty of society
Waste my time again
Victim of your conformity
And back down