Puddle Of Mudd

I gotta get this shit off my chest
Another sucker behind a desk
You try to tell me that you know best
Snap your fingers
Snap your neck
The sunshine has always been an enemy
My life's a chemical insanity
Sundown is bringing out the freak in me
I'm wired, getting higher
[Chorus]
So check your attitude at the front door
I'm really getting tired of taking all of your shit while I'm sober
I'm thinking that I'd rather be stoned
Yeah
I gotta get this shit off my back
I'm runnin' circles but I won't crack
So fuckin' sick of your politics
Snap your fingers