You steal my stuff
Think you re so tough
Life for you must be so rough
You left and now they just don t care
Come over though
Try to run the show
But your thinking is just so slow
And I don t care about you anymore
Sell out McRaver
You just crave her
Don t you ever touch my stuff
Sell out McRaver your not cool
It seems you could not find yourself
In post-anarchistic ska punk band rhythms
So you have turned to techno and ecstasy
Fake martial arts
And broken hearts
If it s so hard stay apart
Quit your bitching I don t care