Shut up, punk Enough of your shit, I've had it up to here It's time I made my intentions clear I don't give a fuck about your skinhead pride And I couldn't care less about the lower east side I'm just a working class slob who's tired Of getting the short end of the stick It ain't my problem if I'm not like you And I'm not sucking Uncle Sam's dick You call that negative? Think I'm out of touch? I can't stand living, I can't stand you, and I just can't hate enough You say my hatred has blinded me where I can't see as far as I could spit But that's where you're wrong 'cause I could see quite clear And I could see that you're full of shit