Now here's a song for all of you

Who hate the world the way I do

And all the whiney old school farts

And the sophomoric new school fools

And the cliques that rise up in between

The different sections of the scene

Talking too loud and self too self absorbed

To see their own idiocy

But I'm full of it too...

A bag of hot air just like you.

Idealism burning the world down

Like I'm better than all the suit and tie guys
downtown

Anybody can dress like an asshole

Anybody can have an opinion

Everybody can become what they hate

so fuck everybody

Sixth fucking grade

The year that all the world's evil and trickle
down

pressured to be somebody manifested itself in my
peer group

Petty shit talking dress codes

And early installments of class division

And patriarchal value?

I guess our parents were proud

But hey look at us now!

we've got the attitude down

Silence everyone who doesn't think like me

I'm a ship with no sails yea you might call me
silly but...

Anybody can dress like an asshole

Anybody can have an opinion

Everybody can become what they hate

so fuck everybody.. except me of course

Ah yes, the angry breakdown of the song

All you before me must stand in awe of my

Angry pasturising and angst ridden growls..

Genuflect my brothers and sisters and
in-betweeners

for I hold the microphone, and therefore

I AM SOMEBODY

I'm trying to sound convincing (listern to this
guy yell)

But I'm just not that angry (what's he tryin' to
sell)

My specialty, lip service (nobody listerns to
you)

Hide behind popular politics (no wonder you
cleared the room)

That's how I became the Jerk

That's how I became the Jerk

That's how I became the Jerk

That's how I became the Jerk.