Poster Kids

there's no reply quite as wise as yours

filled with philosophy and metaphors

and a thousand words that i never new existed

oh tell me how you ever became so gifted

excuse me if i like the common (??)

but you're never wrong and it's getting really old

oh the poster kids when it comes down to it

spend alot of time but there ain't much to it

you hate me

and i'm sick of you

oh the poster kids got alot to say

they'll prove you wrong in every way

you hate me

and i'm sick of you

well i'm stupid 'cause i got a few beliefs

what makes you sure i wanna hear your beefs

about why there's no god and what punk really stands for

oh doin' this all day must make your eyes sore

excuse me if my leader's not some twit

but you'll never know 'cause you're so sure of it