Underground

Never thought we'd meet again
 A young wanna-be and an old has-been
 I wish I had a photo of this scene
 I've suffered through dependencies
 I still have violent tendencies
 I could sell my life to "People Magazine"
 But I don't care; I don't mind
 Just leave me alone or leave me behind
 I won't forget the way you let me down
 But I've gone underground
 So don't come any closer
 I might kick you in the nuts
 Can't place your face
 Can't stand your band
 I hate your guts
 It's just like Andy Warhol said
 Fifteen minutes and a kick in the head
 I hope you don't want sympathy from me
 There was I time I worshipped you
 But now I scrape you off my shoe
 I guess that's just the way it's meant to be
 And you didn't care, so don't pretend
 'Cause you weren't there; you weren't my friend
 In the end my only friend's a loaded gun
 And I hate everyone
 So don't come any closer
 I might kick you in the nuts
 Can't place your face
 Can't stand your band
 I hate your guts
 Don't come any closer
 Don't come any closer
 Don't come any closer
 Don't come any closer to me