Don't tell me how to run my life,
Don't tell me how to act.
All I see is your lips that's moving,
And what I hear from you is crap.
Some people I met is not so bright.
You know, not really that smart.
Why do they end up next to me,
With their torturing talk?
Shut up!
I don't wanna hear you anymore.
IQ 0.84!
Shut up,
Or get to the point!
Natural born idiot.
Idiot!
Just another worn out voice,
With a worn out face.
There's no God that can save your soul.
I got no room 'cause you're insane.
Shut up!
I don't wanna hear you anymore.
IQ 0.84!
Shut up,
Or get to the point!
Natural born idiot.
Writer(s): Peter Taegtgren
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