The Right Out

They say that we ain't got the style,
We ain't got the class,
We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map
And I'm a phoney in disguise,
Tryin' to make the radio,
I'm an anti-social anarchist dyslexic so and so...
They say I'm just a stupid kid,
Just a crazy radical,
Rock and roll is dead, I probably should've stayed in school,
Another "generation X" who somehow slipped up through the crack.
They'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back

And it goes in one ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know it never bothers me,
In one ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit,
They can kiss the back of my hand.

Now I know I'm not a saint,
I been a sinner all my life,
I ain't tryin' to have no buds,
I'd rather keep them in the line,
They wanna criticise you now,
Cast another stone,
Burn me at the stake and see them watch it from the dome,
They say the devil is my pal,
I do alotta drugs..!
The crowd will only like me if they're really fuckin' drunk,
They think they know my thoughts,
But they don't know the least,
If they listened to the words
They'd find the message that's beneath

And it goes in one ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin shit even though they never bother,
In one ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit don't ya know they never bother and...

Here's the moral to the story,
We don't do it for the glory,
We don't do it for the money,
We don't do it for the things
So all the critics who despise, just go ahead and criticise,
It's your integrity that drives us, addin fire to the flame and it goes

In one ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know they'll never bother,
It goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
I'm only playing music cos you know that i love it, it goes
In one ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother,
It goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin shit
Well you know they can kiss the back of my hand.



In One Ear

They say we ain't got the style
We ain't got the class
We ain't got the tunes that's gonna put us on the map
And I'm a phony in disguise
Tryin' to make the radio
I'm an anti-social anarchist
I sound like so and so

They say I'm just a stupid kid
Another crazy radical
Rock'n'roll is dead, I probably should have stayed in school
Another generation X
Who somehow slipped up through the cracks
Oh they'd love to see me fall
But I'm already on my back

So it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking but you know I never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking, they can kiss the back of my hand

Now I know I'm not a saint
I've been a sinner all my life
I ain't tryin' to hide my flaws,
I'd rather keep them in the light
They want to criticize, scrutinize
Cast another stone
Burn me at the stake
And sit and watch it from their throne

They say the devil is my pal
I do a lot of drugs
The crowd will only like me
if they're really fuckin' drunk
They think they know my thoughts
They think they know the least
If they'd listen to the words
They'd find a message tucked beneath

So it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking but you know I never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking, they can kiss the back of my hand

(You hear that, you hear what's coming?
Oh you better run for the hills,
cause we're coming to your town,
and we're gonna burn that mother fucker down!)

Here's the moral to the story
We don't do it for the glory
We don't do it for the money
We don't do it for the fame
So all the critics who despise us
Go ahead and criticize us
It's your tyranny that drives us
Adds the fire to our flames

So it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking but you know I never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking, they can kiss the back of my hand

So it goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking but you know I never bother
It goes in one ear and right out the other
People talking, they can kiss the back of my hand