I don't listen much to reason
everybody wants to be here
santa claus has lost his mind
easter bunny's not a rabbit
tricks are made for kids until
pseudo-psycho man tells you to fly
everyone just ran around just playing games
with anti-socials no none ever taught you how
to fall
i don't listen much to reason
everyone's a fucking psycho
no one ever taught you how to call
Take it off and shoot it up
and show me how ya used to fly
take it off and shoot it up
and show me how ya used to die
everyone around you superstr
they can mother fuckin' die
I don't give a damn 'bout what you think
all the pseudo-psycho hippies always stink
no one else here brought up questions
'til you flied
no one gave you any sex until you cried
trying to be a superstar
Superstars lie