Hey creepo's... I'm talking to you

I've got a message to give to you

You've got a problem... we know

But there's something you ought to know



Standing there across the thoroughfare

They stand and stare with that gormless air

So funny to see how dumb some grown men can be



An unwanted weed, a dying reed

Left to consider life as it passes by

Ignoring your calling, ignoring your taunting,

Ignoring your feelings of self hate and loathing

How empty and pointless your life must seem



See them standing

See them staring

See them wearing that same stupid face



Sticks and stones may break bones

But these taunting crones only cause inner groans

We ignore all your calling, ignore all your taunting

Ignore all your problems of self hate and loathing

Somebody should show them where to go



See them standing

See them staring

See them wearing that same creepy face



Standing there in the thoroughfare

They stand and stare with that gormless air

Does what you won't understand scare and make you mad?

Resentful and envious, don't you disgust yourself?

So funny to see how pathetic some men can be



See them standing

See them staring

See them wearing that same stupid face

Ignore all their calling, ignore all their taunting,

Ignore all their faking, their self hate and loathing

Somebody should show them where to go.