Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's no good, Just a magazine for firewood, You can play make-believe, But it's not worth killing trees, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're a bore, Selling papers by the corner store, Don't wanna know what you have to say, I've heard it a million times anyway I don't want to hear your voice, It's obvious to you that I've made my choice, You bore me to death with nothing new, And I don't need to be talked down to I don't want to hear your voice, It's obvious to you that I've made my choice, You bore me to death with nothing new, And I don't need to be talked down to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's a phase, We're gonna laugh about all of these days, Class war is what you talk about, As long as they don't hurt your parents' house, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I have to laugh, Newspapers and baggy pants, You seem to think that it's superiority, But it's all just like a cult to me I don't want to hear your voice, It's obvious to you that I've made my choice, You bore me to death with nothing new, And I don't need to be talked down to