Текст песни The Reason They Hate Me

Don't tell me how to do my job You carry on like a son of a bitch They got a name for people like you But I didn't take the time to write it down, though You have a lot of fun playing grab-ass with the boys Which one's going to give you a ride home? Which one's going to walk you to the door? Wonder which one's going to call? Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do And pretend, and pretend, and pretend And pretend, and pretend, and pretend And pretend, and pretend, and pretend Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do Don't tell me how to do my job You gimme-gimme son of a bitch They got a name for people like you But I don't give a good goddamn to remember what it is, now Hoping that emotionless trip's gonna pay-off You're gonna hope and wish all day If you could slide a couple fingers under the skin Will you find the affirmation that you need? Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do And pretend, and pretend, and pretend And pretend, and pretend, and pretend And pretend, and pretend, and pretend Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do Don't tell me how to do my job! Don't tell me how to do my job! Don't tell me how to do my job! Don't tell me how to do my job! Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do