Testo di Problem

Everything's so extraordinary. Some real bad and some good Story's and some day are all the same. Go to a party. Drink some beer tea. Scream out loud so you can hear me. Call me stupid. Call me names. I am convinced that you are the assholes. Fuck this. Fuck that. You are the problem. You're fucking lame. You're fucking stupid. So called love, you sexist cupid. Your muscle-headed apathy. So I'm a punk and so I'm gay. At least we're happy in our own way. We're not blind at least we can see.