Common Denominator

It's nice to meet you How was your day at school? Mine was shit Got a 'C' in about three exams I crammed that study in Now here I sit, talking shit 'bout this I know you can't relate You got an A on an your exam And I turn up to exams late (Fuck) I know I don't excel in education But I excel in emotion and I'm feeling some frustration I love getting in trouble, and drinking from bottles And you just love to read the news (Oh no) I don't think we get along And frankly, I am sick of this How 'bout I teach you a song And you can teach me politics? How could they have been so wrong? Oh yeah, they must be lunatics That don't know their facts Just 'cause we're gay, don't mean we match, oh It's nice to see you How's your Saturday been? Mine's okay I got to download a hundred episodes I smashed them all today Now, how 'bout you? What you up to? Yes, you worked and got your pay? You're independent, you don't spend it You don't waste your life away I know you don't know much about music But you must know the difference of electric and acoustic You hate tattoos on the arms, and you wake to up to your alarms And I just love to hit that fuckin' snooze I don't think we get along And frankly, I am sick of this How 'bout I teach you a song And you can teach me politics? How could they have been so wrong? Oh yeah, they must be lunatics That don't know their facts Just 'cause we're gay, don't mean we match, oh Hell yeah, I just set up my best friends Hell yeah, if it wasn't for me Hell yeah, they'd be lonely until the time that time ends Hell yeah, or end up on reality TV Hell yeah, I just set up my best friends Hell yeah, if it wasn't for me Hell yeah, they'd be lonely until the time that time ends Or end up on reality TV I don't think we get along I'm so fuckin' sick of this How 'bout I teach you a song? You can teach me politics How could they have been so wrong? They must be lunatics That don't know their facts Just 'cause, just 'cause, a-woo-hoo!