Jock Powerviolence - Weekend Nachos

Me and my jock friends

Are jumping on a trend

A style that was never cool

Until you fucking posers made your fucking claim

Man is the bastard skulls

What a surprise

You fucking wimps have got the formula memorized

Infest worship, crossed out riffs

We don’t know nothing so please guide us you fucking pricks

I stopped trying to be cool a long time ago

I laugh to myself as I see you come and go

Make up rules for your friends to live by

I’ll keep doing things my way while you fucking cry

Prove nothing to elitist children

I’ll let you talk — I owe you nothing

Nothing