Текст: 9d Kwick. Pickel Weasel.

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he's a geek he's a numbskull
does anything just to be cool
at home he's in trouble
failed a class cause he skipped too much school
when things look better
for him they always turn out grim
just once when it's your fault
you turn around and put the blame on him

ya you know he's no better
putting down all the quiet kids
he sits down and wonders
when will they all blow their lids
i don't know where you get it
i'm not ignorant at all
an i'll laugh when you screw up
and i''ll laugh yeah when you take a fall

whoa and he could ask for more
whoa and i won't open the door
whoa and you won't bring be down
whoa and i'll throw you around

in school he's a reject,
doesn't care how anybody feels
cause you know he's a loser,
on his spare time he makes his deals
he does his own and
he's really really stung out
now you know he's going no where
not picking up any chicks no doubt

whoa he could ask for more
whoa and i won't open the door
whoa and you won't bring me down
whoa and i'll throw you around

no matter how good it goes
no matter how good it went
my feelings always turn out bent
no matter how good it goes
no matter how good it went
my feelings always turn out...

whoa and he could ask for more
whoa and i won't open the door
whoa and you won't bring me down
whoa and i'll throw you around