Lyrics

"Lookin’ Out For Number One"

While you were out taken care of you Few little things I had to do See the way it works in my neighbor hood Betrayal’s no game and it’s understood
Now it’s too late. How does it feel? Too bad your shallow depth aint for real All alone and you’re no one Too busy looking’ out for number one
Takin’ care of you and not yours Your expensive taste in cheap whores You can fake it all you want to son But you’re too busy looking’ out for number one
Chorus:
Lookin’ out for number one from now on Lookin’ out for number one from now on Lookin’ out for number one from now on Lookin’ out for number one from now on
(Repeat x4)


"Submit Or Be Destroyed!"

Worthless, shitless, gutless, spineless… You’re a heartless son of a bitch Self-righteous, indignations You’re a low down dirty shit
Promise breaking, lying, cheating Heart-stealing son of a bitch Your blood-sucking ways Have reserved you a spot at the foot of my bed
Chorus:
Submit or be destroyed! Submit or be destroyed! Get up or be destroyed! Submit or be destroyed! You blood sucking Satanist scum You got no guts, no glory, no spine!



"Why"

You say that you don’t love me You say I’m not your girl Why’d you waste my time babe? When I’m not in your world Oh Why? Why? Why? Why?
You say you hate my guts You wish that I would die You used to call me beautiful Now I ask you why? Oh Why? Why? Why? Why?
Chorus:
Was it something that I did? Did you want a fucking kid? Why? Why?
Why’d you cause me so much pain Why’d you drive me so insane? Why’d you leave me out of here? Why’d you leave me outa gear? Why?!!!!!!!!!!!


"Popular"

Never wanted to be popular Never wanted to be loved by you Never wanted to be one of your gang Never wanted to be down with your crew Never wanted to be popular Never wanted to be loved by you Never wanted to be one of your gang Never wanted to be cool like you
Yeah I know you never liked me much And I guess I never liked you too Someone said I got a Midas touch Gonna say that that’s not true Imitation’s the sincerest form of what they call flattery Sorry but I wasn’t born to care what you think of me!
Chorus:
Punks unite! Assholes die! You’re not a part of the scene, Fucking Leave! (Repeat)