Grungy girls and punk rock boys Can't be heard above the noise Awkward handshakes, bumps, and hugs It's not the way you thought it was I would rather hear you curse me out Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter When you say what you hate Makes me feel kind of great You have authority Taxi drivers sell their weed In my Ani DiFranco screed Gold high-tops with no socks on Go ahead and move along I would rather hear you curse me out Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter When you say what you hate Makes me feel kind of great You have authority I would rather hear you curse me out Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter When you say what you hate Makes me feel kind of great It's beautiful to me It's hard to be real With all the temptations And all the flying daggers It's hard to be true When honesty kills you Can anybody hear me? I'm begging darling, oh Give me the chance to let you know It's hard to be true When honesty kills you Can anybody hear me? I would rather hear you curse me out Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter When you say what you hate Makes me feel kind of great You have authority I would rather see you flip me off Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter When you say what you hate Makes me feel kind of great It's beautiful to me