Testo di 'Kill The President' di The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches

What's the bullshit for?
Verbal battlefield, syllables of war
I shut myself off, it happens again
You're not my friend, you're not my friend
You're not my friend, (sh-sh-sh-sh-shake)

The winter knocked down my door like a selfish bitch
I'm glad that you haven't got your wish
In the cold, all alone
I've been thinking of everyone but you

And it feels like seventh grade again
And none of this will ever end
I'm just your public malcontent
Another extraneous trend
Don't try to be like me because
I'm not one to compete just
To obtain the status of a symbol of idolatry

This time I'd really rather be alone
Can we forget this? I can just go home
This time I'd really rather be alone

Acting unaffected by this hand of fate
Saying, everything's ok, with a straight face
I remember when you said
I could count on your for anything
And I still hold on

You'll hold off and play another dumb cherade again
I'm driving my car home and never walking in the rain again
I miss the smell of Taco Bell and places that we knew too well
Driving me crazy, driving me crazy, driving me crazy
Driving me crazy

This time I'd really rather be alone
Can we forget this mess and just go home?
This time I'd really rather be alone
I'm bleeding profusely from my insides
While you're smiling 'cause you're stealing all of my best lines
I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side

Over and over again, I'm so useless
Now you're becoming everything
(Well was I ever anything?)
Everyone I love always leaves me
My judgment's been off every time
(You're words will always still be mine)

This time I'd really rather be alone
Can we forget this? I could just go home
This time I'd really rather be alone
I'm bleeding profusely from my insides
While you're smiling 'cause you're stealing all of my best lines
I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side

And, oh, how I'll be slapped on crowded streets
And in some lame cry of defeat
I'll open up
I'll shout it loud
Fuck that! Turn off the new sound!

I'll be slapped on crowded streets
And in some lame cry of defeat
I'll open up
I'll shout it loud
Fuck that! Turn off the new sound! Fuck that!
Fuck that! Turn off the new sound! Fuck that!
Fuck that! Turn off the new sound!

Over and over again, I'm so useless
Now you're becoming everything
(Well was I ever anything?)
Everyone I love always hates me
My judgment's off this time for the last time

(What's left beside me now?)
No one in this world is ever listening
Pay attention now, pay attention now
No one in this world is ever listening
Pay attention, pay attention
Pay attention now, pay attention now
Now, now, now

At home alone again all night
(At home alone again all night)
Expect the worst and you'll be right