I’m so sick of society
Sick of all the mediocrity
Sick of all the phonies and fakes
Fat rich people eating their cakes
While of all of us here to suffer
When we can’t even buy supper
I’m getting mad and so should you
But what the fuck are you gonna do?
I bet you ain’t got the answer
Your mind is still fucked from the bender
Got smashed in the head with a Fender
You are really the one to blame
For stoking up this motherfucking flame
Motherfuck, I’m talking to you
Look in the mirror, I’m you
P. S. this can also be read as lyrics to a potential punk rock song.