Oh, it doesn't matter what you think of us
Oh, we aren't beholden to the idiots of Oz, ow
Post-boredom couldn't get me higher than I am
Look, here comes the
Mistress of the destructive one-liner
Couldn't give a damn about the
Idiots of Oz
Oh, ow
Oh, oh
What do we think?
Oh, it doesn't matter what you think of us
Oh, but you still think of us
Oh, we aren't beholden to the idiots of Oz, ow
Oh, make your name, steal a thought
Don't think anybody else
Sticks and stones in the trunk
Keep your feelings to yourself
Or ego trip through the streets
Only break for the applause
And for the idiots of Oz
Stand up, (ow), sell-out
It doesn't matter what you think about, hey
Stand up, (oh), sell-out
It doesn't matter what you think (Oh, idiots of Oz)
Stand up, (ow), sell-out, (oh)
It doesn't matter what you think about
Stand up, (ow), sell-out, (oh)
It doesn't matter what you think about
Stand up, sell-out (Oh)
It doesn't matter what you think of us (It doesn't matter what you think of us)
Stand up, doesn't matter what you think of us (Oh)
Sell-out (It doesn't matter what you think of us)
It doesn't matter what you think of us (Oh)
It doesn't matter what you think of us (It doesn't matter what you think of us)
It doesn't matter what you think of us, ow
Oh, it doesn't matter what you think of us
