Save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit

I'll burn in Hell to be through with it

I've got a life, it ain't big, but it's a life

I got clothes and Heaven knows that I've still got my health

I look good, if I do say so myself

I got a soul, it ain't yours but it's a soul

Chalk up my lack of fire to self-control

All the dicks and nightsticks poison boys in blue

All the dumb and uglies in your wrecking crew

They make me bleed, nothing I can't do

Wouldn't be so sure if I were you (Which incidentally, I'm not)

Weren't you the guys with get-lost eyes

That made my high school great?

You found me again but this time, you're here too late

I paid my dues when I wore corrective shoes

When I earned the right to ignore you

Toughest kid in gym class, terror in the hall

Necking with the prom queen, captain every fall

Can't cut me now 'cause your knife's got dull

It must piss you off to know it all