Cage The Elephant

They say that we ain't got the style,
We ain't got the class,
We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map
and im a phoney in disguise,
tryin to make the radio,
i'm an anti-social anarchist dyslexic so and so,
they say i'm just a stupid kid,
just a crazy radical,
rock and roll is dead i probably should've stayed in school,
another generation X who somehow slipped up through the crack,
they'd love to see me fall but i'm already on my back
And it goes In One Ear,
and right out the other,
people talkin' shit but you know it never bothers me,
In One Ear,
and right out the other,
people talkin' shit,
they can kiss the back of my hand
Now i know i'm not a saint,
i been a sinner all my life,
i ain't tryin to have no buds,
i'd rather keep them in the line,
they wanna criticise you now,
cast another stone,
burn me at the stake and see them watch it from the dome,
they say the devil is my pal,
i do alotta drugs!