pay attention, you ugly cunt
this is all that you really want
celebrate all things consumed
drink up, you f*ck, you know the rules
you’ve got no choice, you’ve got no voice
can’t think over all of this f*cking noise
your generation sings the same old tune
nothing smart, from the heart, not a damn thing new
I want a dumpster of cash driven up my ass
I need that cheque for first and last
you’ve got the right one asshole, drink up