Lyric

I don't know where I will go tonight

What I learned is everything for just my grade

I don't know why they just go in line

Make it an easy life. How could you lose your way?

I don't know why I got two bollocks

I'd rather get double ducks for feeding my fox

I don't know why you took care of that

How did you even get in there with the bot on the net?

I got lost, where are we now?

Way out, way out of line

I got lost, where are we now?

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, rolling like a calf

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, should I reap everything?

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, floating on thousands of lies

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, I don't give a fuck little cunt

Too pushy, so pesky, I really know what it is

Too late, so trashy, you live your life behind the wall

And we are the first of twenty first century boys

Do not get in my way, we bastards are the revision

Wow-wow, I know the right to this

Wow-wow, dead men tell us no tales

Wow-wow, they never hurt anything

Stay silly, what we need is Trigger Out

I don't know what we are rueing the past

What I think is everything for such a lame

I don't know who needs weekdays

Don't ruin it. Do you think I got a life for working all day?

I don't know why you got two knockers

I won't give it to your little brats, even a single one

I don't know why you got diamonds

How did you get them? They are just trash on the shore

I got lost, where are we now?

Way out, way out of line

I got lost, where are we now?

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, rolling like a calf

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, should I reap everything?

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, floating on thousands of lies

Blah-Blah Oou-La-La, I don't give a fuck little cunt

Too pushy, so pesky, I really know what it is

Too late, so trashy, you live your life behind the wall

And we are the first of twenty first century boys

Do not get in my way, we bastards are the revision

Wow-wow, I know the right to this

Wow-wow, dead men tell us no tales

Wow-wow, they never hurt anything

Stay silly, what we need is Trigger Out

Let’s go

Too pushy, so pesky, I really know what it is

Too late, so trashy, you live your life behind the wall

And we are the first of twenty first century boys

Do not get in my way, we bastards are the revision

Wow-wow, I know the right to this

Wow-wow, dead men tell us no tales

Wow-wow, they never hurt anything

Stay silly, what we need is Trigger Out