The Bad Apples

Yooou've gottt
 Nothing to live for, your a plague
 A filthy fucking drain
 On the world, and everything it holds
 So I'll stop talking to myself, it's getting old
 I'm getting old, like this song
 So fall in line or fall apart and DIE
 Just goooo
 Give up hoooope
 It's in your booooat along with you
 So whatcha gonna do?
 Oh is it me or is your status sold
 At the mall or in your favorite store
 Where adolescent hypocrites would go, to get clothed and then get laid
 As they creep their way into some girl that would feel vain if she said...
 Gooo
 Give up hooope
 It's in your booat along with you
 Gooo
 Give up hooope
 It's in your boooaat along with you
 So whatcha gonna...
 When you lose control, HA!
 You'll get it
 When you lose it all
 You'll get it, get it
 *Guitar Solo*
 Just goooo
 Give up hooope
 It's in your boooat along with you
 So whatcha gonna do?