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Arrogant Sons Of Bitches The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches

I remember a math teacher I had in 7th grade, he talked down to me about every single day. And to make the matters worse, the bastard failed me too so

I look ahead, and what do I see? Some punk rock punker waiting to punch me. Lacking common sense, emanating heat, scarred by razors yet I'm the abnormality

I remember a math teacher I had in 7th grade, he talked down to me about every single day. And to make the matters worse, the bastard failed me too so

Made a few CDs. Played with all our favorite bands. Hit it big on the ska/punk scenes. But we're never gonna be on TRL with Carson Daly. Made a lot of

The clock is ticking and my shelf life is up. Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the fence. Wrong thing that I lack, I lack the common sense. My

around just spewing shit about everyone else, and you and your whole kind can go to hell. I don't wanna be your friend, oh no. 'Cause you're just a spoiled bitch

I heard a rumor and it's hard to ignore everybody is saying punk's not cool anymore So I called all my friends just to make sure then I went down to the

stop, because i know just what you're thinking i've encoded all the lines of encryption i've been fed stop, your f'ing superpowers aren't working i won

re not my friend. You're not my friend. You're not my friend. (sh-sh-sh-sh-shake) The winter knocked down my door like a selfish bitch I'm glad that you