c*cksuckers & Motherf*ckers lyrics

c*cksuckers, and motherf*ckers, and all you as*h*les too
Tiny pricks with great big guns, shooting little kids in school
I wanna be rich
I wanna be well
I wanna be whole
But I'd rather be somewhere else, is there somewhere else I can go?

Oh, I know that I can't get away
From these f*cked up things
And these f*cked up lies
And these f*cked up dreams
And my f*cked up life
And my f*cked up heart
Oh, it's falling apart

Oh, I wish that I could shoot somebody dead
Oh, I wish I could drop the bomb
All I need is a comet to drive into the earth
All I need is everyone to feel my hurt

Douchebags and know-it-alls and everybody inbetween
Rich f*cks and dilletantes and every hipster in the scene
I wanna blow-up
I wanna be be big
I wanna survive
But I'd rather be somewhere else, can I please leave here tonight
Oh, it's so damn hard, to keep this up, to keep this anger going
But if, I let it go, I've gotta cry, I've gotta weep a river
And oh, I'm just done. I'm just tired of the anger and sadness
So, what, what can I do? What can I do. What can I do?

I wanna be rich
I wanna be well
I wanna be whole
I wanna blow up
I wanna be big
But I want you to know

That I'd rather be somewhere else, somewhere far away
Oh, I'd rather be somewhere else, somewhere in outer space