Na Na Na, Blah Blah Blah, Fuck You

Na Na Na, Blah Blah Blah, Fuck You

Gob
(album: Too Late...No Friends)

Why do you always tell me
What I have to say?
Why do you always tell me
What I have to do?
Everything you always wanted
Ends up changing
You´re rearranging
Bands on the other labels
Get the royal treatment
We get shit on
And it´s gone on so long
And you know something´s wrong
Do you think that everyone
Is easily pleased?
You´re mistaken
Explanations, argumentive situations
But offensive?
You see things through
Someone else´s eyes
Always believing what they think
And maybe you would comprehend this
If you weren´t kissing someone´s ass!
It´s gone on so long
And you know something´s wrong
Why do you always tell me
What I have to say´
Why do you always tell me
What I have to do?
Fuck you!