Hey, look in the corner it's that DIY fag The one with the "Fuck Racism" patch on his bag Full of gay opinions, he says what he means No, I don't want one of your fifty-cent zines Your recipes are yummy and your rants on girls are scathing Spend less time running your mouth and spend more time on bathing You go on and on about Chain Of Strength and Judge That sucks as bad as your fucking vegan fudge I couldn't care less about your distro you jock The only 7'' I care about is my cock I've had it up to here with your propaganda I'll vivisect something right now, pass me a panda Go on and on about how bad sweatshops are But how can that be when it keeps those kids out of my yard? Cruelty-free? Yeah, I guess that's nice But I want steak with my beans and rice Stand on the side, bitch when kids dance With your potato sack patches and your cargo pants Rocking hairy arm pits, tipping back cans of soy I can't even tell if you're a girl or a boy Your only source of protein comes from a jar of Skippy Call yourself hardcore but you're just a hippy You smell like onions, rock deoderant doesn't work Think you'll save the world but you're just a fucking jerk