Don't whine to me about Your problems. I've listened all night long about them, You're unhappy, and sticking out in your world. Another punk rock would-be lawyer, And you're ready. So, go chase around the Rats and their money. I've got none of your answers. I've got no ambition To work my life away For these schemes; To close my eyes and dream Of plastic things. I am a waste. I'm a sonic motherfucker Bent obscene.