Lyrics: Bradley Robert Petering/George Clanton
Music: Bradley Robert Petering/George Clanton
Some people live for pleasure
And some get off on the pain
So tie my arms together
And **** me in the face
Pick up the pieces and put 'em back together again
Some people think life is a game
Some people got something to say
But I just go
Na, na-na-na-na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na
Well, how do you like that?
Why, it's an old man
Writing in the sand with the point of his finger
I don't like this at all
Well, I'm sorry, I don't see what the man's writing
What are you writing, old man?
Old man, don't you hear me talking to you?
I watched a rеvolution
From a pool house with a view
I'll slit my genеration
And now we got nothing to do
Some get addicted only after they give it up
Some people need someone to save
Some people need someone to blame
But I just need
Na, na-na-na-na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na (Ayy)
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na
Na, na-na-na-na, na, na