They say that we ain't got the style
We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map
And I'm a phony in disguise
I'm an anti-social anarchist, I sound like so and so
They say I'm just a stupid kid
Rock and roll is dead I probably should've stayed in school
Another Generation X who somehow slipped up through the cracks
Oh they'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back
People talkin' shit but you know I never bother
They can kiss the back of my hand
Now I know I'm not a saint
I been a sinner all my life
I ain't tryin to hide me flaws
I'd rather keep them in the light
They wanna criticize, scrutinize
Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne
They say the devil is my pal
The crowd will only like me if they're really fuckin' drunk
They think they know my thoughts
But they don't know the least
If they listened to the words they'd find the message tucked beneath
People talkin shit even though they never bother
People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
(You hear what's coming? Oh you better run for the hills)
('Cause we're coming to your town, and we're gonna burn that mother fucker down)
Here's the moral to the story
We don't do it for the glory
We don't do it for the money
We don't do it for the fame
So all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us
It's your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames
People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother
I'm only playing music 'cause you know I fucking love it
People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother
It goes in one ear, and right out the other
People talkin' shit well you know they can kiss the back of my hand
WRITERS
Matthew Ray Shultz, Donald Bradley Shultz, Jared Lloyd Champion, Daniel Andrew Tichenor, Lincoln Parish, Joseph Allen Stratton