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Green Hair Will Never Be Cool Unless the Carpet Matches the Curtains lyrics
I really hope you go back to OBI
The bastards need you to help them bitch and cry
About god and love and all that shit
And then you screw the girls, for the fun of it
I really hope you'll kill yourself this time
Maybe with a magnum or some twine
I don't care, as long as you are gone
(You even wanted to fuck me with the lights on, WTF)
What's with your shit? I don't know
Your alternative pop-punk? I don't know
Your music sucks and your boyfriend does too
(But I'm not supposed to know about him. Oops.)
You've got green hair like it's fucking unique
You want unique? Well let's try indiscreet:
I fucking hate your fucking guts, you make me sick
In every unique fucking way: You're a dick
If you hate your life so much? Just kill your ass.
I'll even do you a favor and clean up the glass
Fucking die, you indie little shit
You make me look bad, just for the fuck of it
You're so funny, you make me want to gag
You're so fat, you're just a desperate fag
You love Photoshop and MySpace, to make you hot
But then you talk about how all you want is true love and not
Some pretty girl who spends her life away
But then you go to the mall and shop all day
Your girl's jeans don't suit you like they suit me
And your huge fucking jackets just make you look sketchy
And everytime you update your blog or pics
You expect me to stop and go comment that shit
Well comment this: You fucking suck
And hopefully soon enough God'll hit you with a truck
I never knew I could like a guy so much
Just to write a song about his touch
And how it makes me want to vomit, upon reflection
I should pull a 2 girls, just for reaction
You've got green hair like it's fucking unique
You want unique? Well let's try indiscreet:
I fucking hate your fucking guts, you make me sick
In every unique fucking way: You're a dick
If you hate your life so much? Just kill your ass
I'll even do you a favor and clean up the glass
Fucking die, you indie little shit
You make me look bad, just for the fuck of it
But don't get me wrong, I remember the good times
Like when you thought it was cool to go beat up old ladies
Or like how you didn't break my heart, you broke my nose
Took a month for me, but you got years
Or that time you tried to make me suck your dick
And if you don't remember: I didn't bite it hard enough
Or that time you knocked that girl up
And gave her the abortion with a baseball bat
And made me watch
Or all of the shit you borrowed from me
Confiscated after the drug bust
Just fucking die, you indie little shit
You make me look bad, just for the fuck of it
ooc: And that's what happens when I get bored and have a bit of inspiration >>
I really hope you go back to OBI
The bastards need you to help them bitch and cry
About god and love and all that shit
And then you screw the girls, for the fun of it
I really hope you'll kill yourself this time
Maybe with a magnum or some twine
I don't care, as long as you are gone
(You even wanted to fuck me with the lights on, WTF)
What's with your shit? I don't know
Your alternative pop-punk? I don't know
Your music sucks and your boyfriend does too
(But I'm not supposed to know about him. Oops.)
You've got green hair like it's fucking unique
You want unique? Well let's try indiscreet:
I fucking hate your fucking guts, you make me sick
In every unique fucking way: You're a dick
If you hate your life so much? Just kill your ass.
I'll even do you a favor and clean up the glass
Fucking die, you indie little shit
You make me look bad, just for the fuck of it
You're so funny, you make me want to gag
You're so fat, you're just a desperate fag
You love Photoshop and MySpace, to make you hot
But then you talk about how all you want is true love and not
Some pretty girl who spends her life away
But then you go to the mall and shop all day
Your girl's jeans don't suit you like they suit me
And your huge fucking jackets just make you look sketchy
And everytime you update your blog or pics
You expect me to stop and go comment that shit
Well comment this: You fucking suck
And hopefully soon enough God'll hit you with a truck
I never knew I could like a guy so much
Just to write a song about his touch
And how it makes me want to vomit, upon reflection
I should pull a 2 girls, just for reaction
You've got green hair like it's fucking unique
You want unique? Well let's try indiscreet:
I fucking hate your fucking guts, you make me sick
In every unique fucking way: You're a dick
If you hate your life so much? Just kill your ass
I'll even do you a favor and clean up the glass
Fucking die, you indie little shit
You make me look bad, just for the fuck of it
But don't get me wrong, I remember the good times
Like when you thought it was cool to go beat up old ladies
Or like how you didn't break my heart, you broke my nose
Took a month for me, but you got years
Or that time you tried to make me suck your dick
And if you don't remember: I didn't bite it hard enough
Or that time you knocked that girl up
And gave her the abortion with a baseball bat
And made me watch
Or all of the shit you borrowed from me
Confiscated after the drug bust
Just fucking die, you indie little shit
You make me look bad, just for the fuck of it
ooc: And that's what happens when I get bored and have a bit of inspiration >>