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 shit 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 shit because
After all no one likes you