They say that we ain't got the style, we ain't got the class
We ain't got the tunes that's gonna to put us on the map
And I'm a phony in disguise, tryin' to make the radio
I'm an anti-social anarchist who sounds like so-and-so
They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical
Rock and roll is dead; I probably should've stayed in school
Another generation X who somehow slipped up through the crack
Oh, they'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back
So it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit but you know I never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life
I ain't tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light
They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone
Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from the throne
They say the devil is my pal, I do a lotta drugs
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 that's beneath
But it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit even though they never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
We ain't got the tunes that's gonna to put us on the map
And I'm a phony in disguise, tryin' to make the radio
I'm an anti-social anarchist who sounds like so-and-so
They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical
Rock and roll is dead; I probably should've stayed in school
Another generation X who somehow slipped up through the crack
Oh, they'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back
So it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit but you know I never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life
I ain't tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light
They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone
Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from the throne
They say the devil is my pal, I do a lotta drugs
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 that's beneath
But it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit even though they never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
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