[Verse]
E B C#m
upstart in middleclass hell
B A G#m
where do you belong?
F#m B
it's nothing personal just shut up
F#m G#m A B
I'm so sick of you going on and on
E B
foulmouth and your stupid hairdo
C#m B A G#m
who are you to dictate
F#m B
starstruck by the mighty hand
F#m G#m A B
of everything predictable
E B
godsent, I don't think so
C#m B A G#m
even if you were, it wouldn't matter
F#m B
hatred is so much more useful
F#m G#m A B
you'll see if you ever come around
[Chorus]
|E F#m C#m A|
C#m
and your work may be profound
|E F#m C#m A|
C#m
but I hate the way you sound
|E B |C#m B A G#m|F#m B |F#m G#m A B|
[Verse]
E B
tried hard not to be affected
C#m B A G#m
but you had to prove a point
F#m B F#m G#m
and took it to the limit
A B E
where I lost my cool
B A
so when I find the tools
B F#m G#m
I drill a hole in you
A B
and see the sun shine through
[Chorus]
|E F#m C#m A|
C#m
and your work may be profound
|E F#m C#m A|
C#m E
still I hate the way you sound