They come and try to bring you down br They hurt and annoy with every sound br If they could only see br That it's just plain dumb br I would rather you suck your thumb br So stop br And spare us of this horrid nois br You're like a ravage pack of filthy little boys br Of course we all have our times br But you, my god, you whine in rhymes! br You complain about this br You complain about that br Your as foul as a rotting ratbr br Sean Millerbr br