Paroles de Droppin' Many Cider Punx

The way you act is f*ckin trife Drunk as a skunk and twice as ripe You're a f*cking waste of life My hate for you is like a knife You're like a jock at football practice Trying to impress with your silly antics A frat boy in a leather jacket Without your beer you couldn't hack it Here's your walking papers Clean out your locker You're another worthless fake punk rocker Punk supplies me with a foundation To you its a soundtrack to retardation I don't think its funny, I don't think its cute You're heading for a party at the end of my boot You should have stayed on quincy You should have stayed on chips Now I'm here to serve you with your pink slip