You’re holding your diploma in your motherfucking hands You’re hoping for the best like millions of rest
But something’s wrong You’re not so strong As you were six years ago Your marks and class Don’t worth a shit So you can wipe your ass with it
STORE STORE STORE You go to store store store STORE STORE STORE And nothing more more more STORE STORE STORE You go to store store store STORE STORE STORE And nothing more more more
Sale!
No hopes No dreams Broken days they hurt like broken glass My fate Another’s choice I don’t wanna rot
Give me this FUCK YOU Show me that FUCK YOU Can you help? FUCK YOU Keep the change FUCK YOU