Cocksuckers & Motherfuckers

Cocksuckers, and motherfuckers, and all you assholes too
Tiny pricks with great big guns, shooting little kids in school
I wanna be rich
I wanna be well
I wanna be whole
But I'd rather be somewhere else, is there somewhere else I can go?

Oh, I know that I can't get away
From these fucked up things
And these fucked up lies
And these fucked up dreams
And my fucked up life
And my fucked up heart
Oh, it's falling apart

Oh, I wish that I could shoot somebody dead
Oh, I wish I could drop the bomb
All I need is a comet to drive into the earth
All I need is everyone to feel my hurt

Douchebags and know-it-alls and everybody inbetween
Rich fucks and dilletantes and every hipster in the scene
I wanna blow-up
I wanna be be big
I wanna survive
But I'd rather be somewhere else, can I please leave here tonight

Oh, it's so damn hard, to keep this up, to keep this anger going
But if, I let it go, I've gotta cry, I've gotta weep a river
And oh, I'm just done. I'm just tired of the anger and sadness
So, what, what can I do? What can I do. What can I do?

I wanna be rich
I wanna be well
I wanna be whole
I wanna blow up
I wanna be big
But I want you to know

That I'd rather be somewhere else, somewhere far away
Oh, I'd rather be somewhere else, somewhere in outer space