Jerk

You stop and get a forty, from the liquor store

You come to the space, and walk in through the door

You make excuses, say you have no dough

You've got money for booze, but not for the show

You think you're taking a stand, like Henry David Thoreau

But everyone else knows, you're just an asshole

You make me believe that anarchy wont work

You are the worst, you're a big fucking jerk

You're in the pit and moving like it's a war

I guess nobody told you, it's just a dance floor

You can't see that people are cowering in fear

You punch someone in the head and take another sip of beer

Do you even listen to the lyrics of your favorite band?

If they knew who you were, they'd tell you not to be their fan

You make me believe that anarchy wont work

You are the worst, you're a big fucking jerk

Do you even know what those circled vowels mean?

Are they just an excuse to not stay clean?

You make me believe that anarchy wont work

You are the worst, you're a big fucking jerk