Anti-Social Syndrome Songtext
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Anti-Social Syndrome Songtext
I just want to say
On this lovely day
That beauty is a thing
You can feel in anyway
Maybe in your art
Or in your mama′s fart
Maybe when your mom and dad run naked trough the yard
At least its not in you
But you won't have a clue
Your′e so dumb
You are the shit under my shoe
Can you feel this weird creepy itch
It means society has got you
So now you are it's bitch
Hahaha
Well I dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame
All you social faggots, you know you're all the same
Well I dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame,
All you social faggots, you know you′re all the same
Please, please, please
It′s like a disease
An illness in your soul
Can you help me please
All this fakeness
How can you be like that
It's gonna be a mess
It′s really fucking sad
And I would rather die
Than be part of your lie
Please for your own sake
Drown yourself in a lake
Now you feel your nice little itch
The system has got you
And now you are it's bitch
Hahaha
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame
All you social faggots, you know you′re all the same
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame
All you social faggots, you know you're all the same
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame,
All you social faggots, you know you′re all the same
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame,
All you social faggots, you know you're all the same
Hahahahahaaa
On this lovely day
That beauty is a thing
You can feel in anyway
Maybe in your art
Or in your mama′s fart
Maybe when your mom and dad run naked trough the yard
At least its not in you
But you won't have a clue
Your′e so dumb
You are the shit under my shoe
Can you feel this weird creepy itch
It means society has got you
So now you are it's bitch
Hahaha
Well I dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame
All you social faggots, you know you're all the same
Well I dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame,
All you social faggots, you know you′re all the same
Please, please, please
It′s like a disease
An illness in your soul
Can you help me please
All this fakeness
How can you be like that
It's gonna be a mess
It′s really fucking sad
And I would rather die
Than be part of your lie
Please for your own sake
Drown yourself in a lake
Now you feel your nice little itch
The system has got you
And now you are it's bitch
Hahaha
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame
All you social faggots, you know you′re all the same
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame
All you social faggots, you know you're all the same
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame,
All you social faggots, you know you′re all the same
Well i dont give a damn what you think about me
Why should i care, at least i know what to be
Oh my god how can you be so lame,
All you social faggots, you know you're all the same
Hahahahahaaa
Writer(s): Joel Van Der Horst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com