All eyes on me, center of the pit Feelin' good and feelin' free, let's move this shit When I'm at the throne of judgement people wearing Diamont Cut shirts will condemn me for all of my sins Judgemental piece of shit, take your skateboard home and just fucking quit I'll tear those snake bites right out your lips.
All I see is skinny jeans, judging eyes, and tiny gauges You are all so much cooler than me My buddy wants to mack on the bitch in the red shorts He's as hard as a rock right now.
Talk about a boner, he keeps on asking me for her number I've never been attracted to that bitch 'Cause I'm not into skinny ass scene chicks.
Nobody here even likes music They're just here to jump some stupid kid for talking shit This kid's crew and that kid's crew, they just wanna fuck with you Why don't we turn the music up, and shut the fuck up?
Jack Starkey got a black eye, I think he's gonna cry Like it's the end of the world and he's gonna die! Oh my god our so cool, you're smoking Newports Jack still wants the marry that girl in red shorts.
I love this music, I hate these kids.
All eyes on me, center of the pit Feelin' good and feelin' free, let's move this shit When I'm at the throne of judgement people wearing Diamont Cut shirts will condemn me for all of my sins Judgemental piece of shit, take your skateboard home and just fucking quit I'll tear those snake bites right out your lips.
All you kids in the crowd, I'll turn your smiles upside-down.