You’re assaulting me with thrusts like I’m an asshole.
You’re sweating to the sounds of Billboard’s Hot 100 like a total yeah bro dick.
Man, I thought that we all lived here ‘cause we’re different
I guess I was wrong this time, and time after time
I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
I don’t wanna be part of these cokey times and eight dollar wines.
I don’t wanna be part of this night.