Little miss understood
We'll forever be
Laughing at them
Because they're laughing at me
Just a bullshit era, not at all my thing
What a damn mess, just a runaway train
Just a runaway train
Ha, what's up, on a train

What's the fuckin' point of saying anything
Nothings thought out
We just play into their hands

Little miss understood, we'll forever be
Laughing at them because they're laughing at me
I'm a runaway man, in the mess they say to stay
Script of the disorder
I turn the page

No more kings, no more crowns
Shut the window
With your mouth stop making sound
Now slam the door
Slam the door
For the individual I'm a whore
Slam the door, slam the door
Not fat enough, always more

Left right left
Left right left
Left right left
Left right left
We'll get right to work
And when were done
We'd happy
To let you kick us in the ass for fun