I won’t be like my father and I broke up with my mother I got tired of her kisses Tired of her smotherings Around my fingers Let me punch and fuck shit up The sight of blood and bone and bruises makes me feel like I have woken up To all the madness all around me I told you that you can count me Out behind the house I'm getting high with just a soda can A lighter and some pessimism a dalliance with anarchism I think Sally loves me I am plotting our escape from here Just because they named me that don’t mean that they can tame me I will not renew my membership I'm done being an ambassador For your lame brained PR campaign to vindicate the family name You fear dirty laundry aired I fear livin' and dying scared Oh Do not tell me I don’t know I got voices in my head They won’t shut up till I'm dead But now all I see is red I am drunk on whiskey I’ve heard good thing about absinthe Absence makes the heart grow fonder so I’ll go off to the yonder Smoke it sniff it snort it drink it screw it punch it kick it lick it If there's a feeling to be had don’t wanna die don’t wanna miss it The more you wanna agitate the more I wanna masturbate Jerks they’re fucking everywhere with purple smiles and perfect hair I will steal their girlfriends I will also steal their Subarus Throw my ass in prison I don’t care I’ll run the joint by noon Oh Do not tell me I don’t know I got voices in my head They will shut when I'm dead Until then I'm seeing red You promised me wonders glories untold possibilities If this is all that life is I’ve been sold a fucking lemon tree The bitterness it stings and I’ve stopped trusting you or anyone And I will burn your face off I’ve the power of a hundred suns You would send me off to war you don’t care about me and my friends We are all expendable cannon fodder for your freedoms Why’d you bring me here am I just supposed to buy until I die To work and work and work and be a tiny man who eats and votes Don’t tell me there’s no place for anger here I’ve watched your TV show Beneath upward mobility you’re seething with hostility Infinite passive aggression low grade clinical depression If that’s what life’s s’posed to be I’ll say no thank you fuck you please Oh Do not tell me I don’t know I got voices in my head I will shut up when I'm dead Until then I'm seeing red But now all I see is red But now all I see is Here’s a golden apple Here are some stories that may help you Are not, no you are not the first you wont be the last So eat this golden apple Eat this golden apple The fire is meant to warm you not burn the whole thing down