I wanna sell out,
become a clown.
Paint a big red smile
over this frown.
Irate,
I can't think straight.
I can't comprehend,
I can't concentrate.
Irate,
I can't think straight.
Feels good,
I feel great.
It feels good...
You struck coal and
thought it was gold.
Held it up and
watched it glitter and glow.
Irate,
I can't think straight.
I can't comprehend,
I can't concentrate.
Irate,
I can't think straight.
Feels good,
I feel great.
I feels good...
(You struck coal and thought it was gold.)
Maybe we won't go,
I think I'm going solo.
There's too many people,
there's too many people.
Maybe we won't go,
I think I'm going solo.
There's too many people,
there's too many people.
And it's not my fault that it's all your fault,
No it's not my fault that it's all your fault. (x3)
It's not my fault that it's all your fault,
No it's not my fault.
Maybe we won't go,
I think I'm going solo.
There's too many people,
there's too many people.
It's not my fault that it's all your fault.