Sitting in my room. Record player on. Sitting in my room. Humming a sickening tune. Sitting in my room. Something to do soon. We know what we think of them. The problems just keep piling in. They got complains about everything. It's us against them. It's us against them. It's us against them. They just wanna worry. That's not what any kid. Should have to do. They just wanna be so lame. Maybe they should. Try and sniff some glue