They say that we ain't got the style,
We ain't got the class,
We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map
And I'm a phony in disguise,
Tryin to make the radio,
I'm an anti-social anarchist, I sound like so and so,
They say I'm just a stupid kid,
Another crazy radical,
Rock And Roll Is Dead I probably should've stayed in school,
Another generation X who somehow slipped up through the cracks,
Oh they'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back
And it goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know I never bother,
It goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit,
They can kiss the back of my hand
Now I know I'm not a saint,
I been a sinner all my life,
I ain't tryin to hide me flaws,
I'd rather keep them in the light,
They wanna criticise, scrutinize,
Cast another stone,
Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne,
They say the devil is my pal,
I do a lotta drugs!
The crowd will only like me if they're really fuckin' drunk,
They think they know my thoughts,
But they don't know the least,
If they listened to the words they'd find the message tucked beneath
But it goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin shit even though they never bother,
It goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand
(You hear that you hear what's coming? Oh you better run for the hills, cos we're coming to your town, and we're gonna burn that mother fucker down! )
Here's the moral to the story,
We don't do it for the glory,
We don't do it for the money,
We don't do it for the fame
So all the critics who despise, go ahead and criticise,
It's your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames
And it goes
In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother,
It goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
I'm only playing music cos you know I fuckin love it,
It goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother,
It goes In One Ear, and right out the other,
People talkin shit well you know they can kiss the back of my hand