Songtext von Upstart In Middle Class Hell

Upstart in middleclass hell Where do you belong? It's nothing personal just shut up I'm so sick of you going on and on Foulmouth and your stupid hairdo Who are you to dictate Starstruck by the mighty hand Of everything predictable Godsent, i don't think so Even if you were, it wouldn't matter Hatred is so much more useful You'll see if you ever come around And your work may be profound But i hate the way you sound Tried hard not to be affected But you had to prove a point And took it to the limit Where i lost my cool So when i find the tools I drill a hole in you And see the sun shine through And your work may be profound Still i hate the way you sound