Another boring weekend, another boring day,
I'm gonna go out and make my way.
So sick and tired of hanging about,
I'm gonna get drunk and scream and shout.
Chorus:
I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna yell,
Gonna get angry gonna raise some hell.
I might get ugly gonna start a fight,
Don't give a damn if I'm wrong or right.
Let me tell you the news that we don't care,
What you call a dream is our fuckin' nightmare.
If you could only see what we've been through,
It won't match nothing to what we're gonna do.
Nothing good we do it's all just bad press,
From the cut of our hair to the way we dress.
We're just standing here singing our own songs,
And we'll still be here when you bastards are gone
