Text: Hellacopters. Grande Rock. Alright Already Now.

Spare me - I don?t need your yappin?
I got directions thrown at me
Like I was in need of clues

All nite long - all day, night,
Noon, morning same old song
Comes on strong - never ending
Bitching my nerves gone twitching

Come around wanna cook my goose
It?s runnin?over and I?m well worth a deuce
Fresh out of patience and I?m getting real bored
Bet your ass I?ve heard it before

I hear you - but baby you don?t move me
I?ve got enough of your predictions
And I just don?t care what to do