Cliché Filler Punk Song

Who are these junkies?
 They're not my friends anymore
 But who hell's really my friend
 Man, what're they good for?
 And what's the deal with coffee and cigarettes?
 That's about as cliché as punk rock can get
 But none of that shit matters when you're a lonely kid like me
 So please man, buy my record, come on, help my self esteem
 They say "kid you don't know shit,
 So shut your mouth, don't waste your breath"
 Stop trying to be different, you're just another waste at best
 But if Durden taught me anything it's "elitists don't last long"
 'Cause I'll just satirize you and write another song
 Get it through your head kid, I'm resilient
 There's a word I call you, and that word's ignorant
 And I promise you, this song ain't a filler
 'Cause here's the moral, it's supposed to deliver
 Treat everyone with respect,
 But that doesn't mean you've got to like them