1, 2, 3, go!

Well apathy's got a hold on me
It won't let go
Tell me your problems, I told you mine
I told they what to know
I'm ready to a chance
I'm ready to rock
Don't tell me about your job
Don't tell me about your job
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up

Tommy's too young
Bobby's too drunk
I only can't sing a note
Chris needs a watch to keep time
I don't believe I would vote
Ready for a change
Ready for the rock
Don't tell me about your cunt job
Don't tell me about your job
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
You suck, fuck you, you suck