I can't believe that I have to do this stuff,
Stupid fucking proletarians,
Gimme fun, gimme sleep, gimme freedom from chores,
Responsibilty is for grown-up's and I've become yours,
You sit me down and teach and preach,
Complain and yell and bitch, I mean, speak,
Why can't you simply let me be,
I'm finished, I am done,
Say goodbye to good ole' me,
Who drinks and parties and stays 'till three,
And talks with the lovely chickie-dees,
All the fun is gone,
Where's the happiness and where's the love,
Stupid fuckin' proletarians,
Give me freedom or give me death,
Do I sound a little less stupid yet?
I could go on,
I could moan till dawn,
Grown-ups... *shrug* *yawn*,
Ehhh screw it I give up.