You’re holding your diploma in your motherfucking hands
You’re hoping for the best like millions of rest
But something’s wrong
You’re not so strong
As you were six years ago
Your marks and class
Don’t worth a shit
So you can wipe your ass with it
STORE STORE STORE
You go to store store store
STORE STORE STORE
And nothing more more more
STORE STORE STORE
You go to store store store
STORE STORE STORE
And nothing more more more
Sale!
No hopes
No dreams
Broken days they hurt like broken glass
My fate
Another’s choice
I don’t wanna rot
Give me this
FUCK YOU
Show me that
FUCK YOU
Can you help?
FUCK YOU
Keep the change
FUCK YOU