Intelligence can't guaranee contentment
Particularly if you're young and nerdy
And yet if you'll just nurture your resentment
You're bound to strike it rich before you're thirty
You might find me a little odd, I won't deny it's true
I gave up trying to fit in when I was only two
The other kids made fun of me, it still goes on today
And so I've came to realize my goal: to make them pay
And everywhere across the land, you'll find the ones like me
The wretched refugees, fuddled messes longing to be free
The last one picked for every game, the first one to be teased
But now at last our time has finally come
I'm so pleased
Oh, the odd get even, it's poetic revenge
Deceiving, thieving you to...
Who'll be grieving and be more than potentially blue?
Why, it's you
We ended up designing all that stuff you use each day
And made it all so tempting that you'll never get away
Procastly little do-that's that monopolize your life
And labor saving widgets built to cause you pain and strive
Our work processing program make writing such a breeze
And then somehow deletes it when your hard drive has a freeze
And all the nasty viruses that plagued your every hour
Who're better to deliver them than us? Moahaha, the power!
Oh, the odd get even, it's poetic revenge
Deceiving, thieving you to...
Who'll be grieving and be more than potentially blue?
Why, it's you
The student body president who also lead the team
He fried his brain with cell phone rays at work just like a dream
And stuck up little Susie who would never talk to me
Is paralyzed by botox twice a month, hehehe!
And while you all are struggling to pay for all this crap
We just collect our royalties while living in the lap of luxury
From thinking up this stuff you think you need
Which only serves to wast your worthless life
Revenge indeed, hahaha
Oh, the odd get even, it's poetic revenge
Deceiving, thieving you to...
Who'll be grieving and be more than potentially blue?
Why, it's you
Take it!
Consider please, your mp3: s and television shows
And you'll always have Paris... Paris Hilton I suppose
It isn't just an accident your culture is so rich
We pretty just empackaged it for you, ain't life a bitch?
But if you ever sicken from this digital buffet
And find it a big zero, one from which you'd like to stray
Come join crue, there's lots to do and still room on the bus
Imagine all the havoc we can reek, you and us
Oh, the odd get even, it's poetic revenge
Deceiving, thieving you to...
Who'll be grieving and be more than potentially blue?
Why, it's you, and you, and you!
(And even you! You!)