Obsessive Compulsive Complainers

Obsessive Compulsive Complainers Syndrome
Is taking over rock
It seems like no one feels like they belong
All of the kids can relate to self-hate
They don't want a pep talk
A million screaming outcasts can't be wrong

I don't wanna, I'm not gonna
My life's a fuckin' waste
And you're paying me to stand here and complain

I have gone nowhere, but that doesn't phase me
I've done it for so long
And don't they say that it's never too late?
And all of the girls I know are crazy
But they make for funny songs
Don't understand why I can't get a date

I can't get no, I can't let go
I'm a basket case
And you'll never understand a thing I'm saying
And you're paying me to stand here and complain

[Guitar lead]

Obsessive Compulsive Complainers Syndrome
Is my get-rich-quick scheme
Keep the fame 'cause that's not what I'm after
But as long as I'm here, then I'll shed a tear
And I'll sing about broken dreams
My life can't be enough of a disaster

I don't wanna, I'm not gonna
My life's a fuckin' waste
And you're paying me to stand here and complain

I can't get no, I can't let go
I'm a basket case
And you'll never understand a thing I'm saying
And you're paying me to stand here and complain