Standing There

Hey creepo's I'm talking to you I've got a message To give to you You've got a problem We know But there is something You ought to know Standing there Across the thoroughfare They stand and stare With that gormless air So funny to see how dumb some grown men can be An unwanted weed A dying reed Left to consider life As it passes by Ignoring your calling Ignoring your taunting Ignoring you feelings Of self-hate and loathing How empty and pointless your life must seem See them standing See them staring See them wearing that same stupid face Sticks and stones May break bones But these taunting crones Only cause inner groans We ignore all your calling Ignore all your taunting Ignore all your problems of Self-hate and loathing Some body should show them where to go See them standing See them staring See them wearing that same creepy face Standing there Across the thoroughfare They stand and stare With that gormless air Does what you won't understand scare and make you mad? Resentful and envious, don't you disgust yourself? So funny to see how pathetic some men can be. See them standing See them staring See them wearing that same stupid face Ignore all their calling Ignore all their taunting Ignore all their faking Their self-hate and loathing Some body should show them where to go