Billy Talent

Another F again I fret,
Another cocky hypocrite,
Another dirty look from a passer by.
Kiddie porn and lunatics
All the things that make me sick,
Another suicide from a sad rock star.
So get the fuck out of my face,
And disappear without a trace.
You annoying little prick.
I'll reach into my bag of tricks,
and pull out a hand grenade.
Your machoism fades away.
But I will not pull out the pin,
BECAUSE THAT'S MEAN
With judgment day not far way,
You're surfing all your days away.
I don't know who to blame,
Is it me or is it you?
Violent death and viruses,
And lack thereof, of consciousness,
Another shitty song on the radio.
I'll kick the teeth out of your face.
I killed the cat there's no more chase.
You push on me I'll push you back.
So come on, let's go attack.
Cause this is it I've had my fill.
Don't find yourself inside a pill.
But I will not pull out my gun,
CAUSE I DON'T OWN ONE
Why can't you just let me be
I said
Why can't you just let me be
Why can't you just let me be
Why can't you just let me