Lyrics: Charles Bronson. Complete Discocrappy. Ants In The Kool-Aid.

I can't recall a time when I haven't heard your voice.
You've hoisted yourself to center stage without giving us a choice.
But nobodies paying attention because we're all busy thinking
about how we wish one of these days you'd just shut your fucking mouth.

Look at my face, stare into my eyes and take a fucking hint.

Why don't you take that skateboard you're afraid to scratch up
along with your REM CD's and fuck off
because your presence feels like a fucking disease.

Look at my face, stare into my eyes and take a fucking hint