It's all so ironic the things that you think You preface them all with a nod and a whink The clothes that you wear and the words that you speak You're so fucking clever, you're tongues in your cheek You stand on the sidelines and shit on it all Never getting involved 'cause you might take the fall Your apathy hides the fact that you're scared Of expressing opinions or showing you care The irony is that you totally suck You can look down on me and I don't give a fuck 'Cause I hate assholes who hide behind fashion Who live life devoid of emotion or passion All style and no substance, you're flesh without bone Another footsoldier in an army of clones So fuck your snide ways and your snotty asides I fucking hate you and all of your kind You. I hate you