Songtext von Haven't Got A Clue

(One, two, three...) You haven't got a clue And you don't know what to do You used your money and your friends To try and trick me But you won't trick me As far as I can tell You've created your own hell Now you walk around this place Expecting pity Everytime you throw a fit I can't decide if you're full of it And everytime you state your case The more I want to punch your face I go... (doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo...) I still can't believe All your plastic surgery And now it's everybody's problem That you're unhappy ("Oh, come on...") Everytime you state your case The more I'd like to punch your face Everytime you state your case The more I'll want to punch your face Everytime you state your case The more I'll want to punch your face I go... (doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo...)