Talk to me talk to me why you gotta be such a poser on a stick pull the strings and you sing a fine tune to the road of fashion long gone stipped down the bottom dumb as you are what you say when you say don't say the words don't you know they make you look absurd to the beat of a drum fine tuned but out in dated past its due date so turn on the light turn on the light wake up to the sound of this reality bites quit your bitchin what you deal you just can't take so save your cryin and your whinning for another day you know im talking about you! I'll disown the day you came I wish you'd go I'll disown all your complaints I really wish you'd go. Now listen to me one more time before I gotta go. You ought to sit back relax and do some growin up to the level of a common person won't be long until you're all alone you sit around you're singing a song about you're rudness you have no class so what do you expect when you're all alone you're always wrong you think you're correct about the people you know least about won't you shut up and shove it in your wide open mouth. Won't you come on come on come on now won't you groove it with me? Can't you see can't you see artificial acts are bottom dollar kick you around and people pay to see curb side in a pool of tears so sad and grieved you walk on people to the max from us theres no sympathy and though you think you qualify to deny miss priss step down from us cause we won't lie about you little witch sessions the think your stuff don't stink let me tell you something theres more to prople than you think