Text: MI6. Lunchbox. Jeff Brown.

i don't know why
i never did anything to you
and i know, i can't comply
to the way that you think that i should play my songs
never bother'd to take the time to watch me
you just criticized with every line
you said so many bad things about me
i think you'r just musically uninclined
and your still spreading it around,
and you keep writing it all down

and i'll find you, with your review
and i'll make you apologize to me
just say you're sorry, for your story
i don't think that it was very fair of you
you jeff brown'd me

you said my songs are not all that complicated
the chorus's, just seem to be phrases
shouted out, twenty times in a row
what'a you know
i don't expect you to understand my feelings
cause your accusing me of stealing
power chords from a screeching weasel song
you know they'd never let me play that long
you jeff brown'd me too [repeat]