Post modern? lyrics

I was five had an original idea, who cares?

Clasp my head tight

Don't say anything, anything...

I've said so much bullshit with my friends

(you know what I mean)

I hate those with the smell of culture

I hate those with the smell of culture

(you know what I mean)

Clasp my head tight and grip my temples

With strength and with love:

Like this that's right...