I Hate Rock N' Roll

Quit posing like you're rebellious

You boring pieces of shit

You're flying the flag of anger when you're generic as white bread

Hey hey

My my

Why don't you all go fucking die

You're a salesman of the worse kind

And everybody's buying

Your talents, they lie in acting

They lie in lying

I'm so bored with you

Fuck you

By the number, by the book

By the fucking way

You can take image

You can take the sound

But it don't mean a thing if the songs that you sing

Are boring pieces of shit