Lyrics: Klasnick, Music: Powell
You seem to think you know it all
But your capacity is small
You're all talk, won't shut up
And you drive me up a wall
Talk like you're tough
I think I've heard enough
I've got no time
For a waste of my mind
It really eats right through my head
Sometimes I wish that you were dead
Sicken me, revolt me
I can't relate to a thing you've said
Your ego makes me ill
I think I've had my fill
You're so tough and mean
You're a waste of my mind
They say , "a penny for your thoughts"
I say their getting ripped off