You're so f*ckin' rancid and I hate your f*ckin' style, With all the thoughts you plagiarized while you are runnin' wild, You said you kept your self respect when all your times were rushed, How could you f*ckin' turn on me? How many buttons can you push? What are you afraid of? The damange has been done, what are you afraid of when you've got nowhere to run? We don't need your ignorance we're heard it all before, Yeah we don't need your opinions; we won't listen anymore, You're someone we looked up to; you're someone we could trust, I feel sorry for the next band that yuo're trying to corrupt, We ain't no f*ckin' give year plab, we won't sign our souls away, We'llnever play that radio shit you want us to play, What are you afraid of? The damange has been done, what are you afraid of when you've got nowhere to run? We don't need your ignorance, we've heard it all before, Yeah we don't need your opinions; we won't listen anymore, What was the f*ckin' problem? What was the f*ckin' use? Your lies will get you nowhere, so what's your next excuse? What are you afraid of the damange has been done, what are you afraid of, when you've got nowhere to run?