**** You

Got quite a knack for fiction, don't you?
Think about the things you can and can't do
Do you think you've got the chance to start anew?
You haven't got a clue
Hang around that straight edge crew, have they heard the news?
Maybe they excuse all of the abuse cause it looks all true?
Fu*k you, fu*k your shitty tattoos
Fu*k you, fu*k the way that you move
Fu*k you, I bet you think you're so smooth
Fu*k you, fu*k your shitty tattoos
Fu*k you and everything that you do
I know you'll get what's coming to you
Thought you could sneak right by and pass through
No longer a place that you can come to
You did lots of things that you can't undo
And you've hurt more than a few
During a night of friends and booze while she takes a snooze
Entered the house of blues and did as you choose
Fu*k you, fu*k your shitty tattoos
Fu*k you, fu*k the way that you move
Fu*k you, I bet you think you're so smooth
Fu*k you, fu*k your shitty tattoos
Fu*k you and everything that you do
I know you'll get what's coming to you