Throw away your vacant fear of disgrace My friend, come put it into their face Spectators choice, foul-mouthed freak Why let your thoughts reside in your brain They’re just for driving people insane Be well advised, you gonna have it in the end
Oh yeah, Foolhardy truth and nothing more to spoil the air Now let me tell you something That you deserve, my friend, But on the other hand… Fuck you!
Your friends believe you are a fly-bitten queer Who’ll sell them all for a jug of beer And take his time to laugh upon the quip Well, live your life your special way In pool of mud and moral decay Until you end it all one sunny holiday
Oh yeah, Foolhardy truth and nothing more to spoil the air Now let me tell you something That you deserve, my friend, But on the other hand… Fuck you!