Text: Goo Goo Dolls. What I Learned About Ego, Opinion, Art & Commerce. Up Yours.

Up yours, stop your whine
Feelin' swell, I'm doin' fine

Yeah yeah, fuck your suicide
It's all bullshit 'cause I tried
And it really don't impress me all that much

Up yours, what'd you find
Sit right down, I got time

And you say here comes the end
And you haven't got a friend
And I'm standing here just screaming at the wall

Up yours, stop your whine
What you got? I got mine

And you shake your stupid head
And you wish that you were dead
And I swear sometimes you're happier than me

And you know it's hard to be
All the things you want me to be
And then you go and make it hard on me
But I swear that anything you could be, I could be, can't you see?

Up yours, got no mind
That's too bad, you got time

Yeah yeah, fuck your silly game
'Cause it's driving me insane
And it really doesn't matter much to me