Everyone is a moron, everything is just right
always the rebel is the guilty one
lower your voice, don't yell at your mom
I'm peeved, I have objections
I feel like leaving a car in traffic and running away
like escaping without paying the bill
like casting a love letter in ballot box
like knocking down their door on their heads
I feel like making a scene, scene, scene.
I feel like wandering everywhere with a drink in my hand,
like butting my head to those who don't let the wifeless in*,
like staring fixedly at a person to drive him mad
like fighting back the bums
like kicking those who don't look at my face
like tripping up those who don't give way
like possessing people without being an elf
like knocking down their door on their heads.
I feel like making a scene, scene, scene.
Everyone is a moron, everything is just right
always the rebel is the guilty one
lower your voice, don't yell at your mom
I'm peeved, I have objections
I feel like leaving a car in traffic and running away
like escaping without paying the bill
like casting a love letter in ballot box
like knocking down their door on their heads
I feel like making a scene.