Who are these junkies? They're not my friends anymore But who hell's really my friend Man, what're they good for? And what's the deal with coffee and cigarettes? That's about as cliché as punk rock can get But none of that shit matters when you're a lonely kid like me So please man, buy my record, come on, help my self esteem They say "kid you don't know shit, So shut your mouth, don't waste your breath" Stop trying to be different, you're just another waste at best But if Durden taught me anything it's "elitists don't last long" 'Cause I'll just satirize you and write another song Get it through your head kid, I'm resilient There's a word I call you, and that word's ignorant And I promise you, this song ain't a filler 'Cause here's the moral, it's supposed to deliver Treat everyone with respect, But that doesn't mean you've got to like them