E         B              C#m
  upstart in middleclass hell
  B              A      G#m
  where do you belong?
F#m                     B        
  it's nothing personal just shut up
F#m      G#m         A     B
  I'm so sick of you going on and on
E           B          
  foulmouth and your stupid hairdo
C#m    B            A     G#m
  who are you to dictate
F#m                 B
  starstruck by the mighty hand
     F#m   G#m        A     B
  of everything predictable
E          B
  godsent, I don't think so
C#m    B      A                 G#m
  even if you were, it wouldn't matter
F#m         B
  hatred is so much more useful
F#m      G#m        A     B
  you'll see if you ever come around


[Chorus]

|E F#m C#m A|

C#m
  and your work may be profound

|E F#m C#m A|

C#m
  but I hate the way you sound

|E  B  |C#m B A G#m|F#m  B  |F#m G#m A B|


[Verse]

E            B
  tried hard not to be affected
C#m       B              A       G#m
  but you had to prove a point
F#m           B             F#m   G#m
  and took it to the limit
  A       B       E
  where I lost my cool
     B               A
  so when I find the tools
    B               F#m   G#m
  I drill a hole in you
      A       B
  and see the sun shine through


[Chorus]

|E F#m C#m A|

C#m
  and your work may be profound

|E F#m C#m A|

C#m                                E
  still I hate the way you sound