Lyrics
I was in love with a good good man
And a cheater and a liar
Don't forget drunk driver, I should add
What a shame it is that the rock I
Thought you were turned out to be sand
Now I don't like you or your band
Your cigarettes, your leather shoes
You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues
You've become something I can't stand
Don't even miss holding your hand
And I don't like you or your band
Maybe you should get your shit together
You don't wanna be living with mom and dad forever
Maybe learn the words to your own songs
So your fans can sing along
Your cigarettes, your leather shoes
You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues
You've become something I can't stand
Don't even miss holding your hand
And I don't like you or your band
Whoa
You look dumb smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
And I look pretty, I'm looking pretty in my dress
You left me unamused and unimpressed
And I don't like you or your band
Your cigarettes, your leather shoes
You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues
You've become something I can't stand
Don't even miss holding your sweaty hand
And I don't like you or your band
Your cigarettes, your leather shoes
You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues
You've become something I can't stand
Don't even miss holding your hand
And I don't like you or your band