Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome is taking over rock It seems like no one feels like they belong All of the kids can relate to self-hate, they don't want a pep talk A million screaming outcasts can't be wrong I don't wanna, I'm not gonna My life's a fuckin' waste And you're paying me to stand here and complain I have gone nowhere, but that doesn't phase me, I've done it for so long And don't they say that it's never too late? And all of the girls I know are crazy, but they make for funny songs Don't understand why I can't get a date I can't get no, I can't let go I'm a basket case And you'll never understand a thing I'm saying And you're paying me to stand here and complain Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome is my get rich quick scheme You can keep the fame, 'cause that's not what I'm after But as long as I'm here, then I'll shed a tear and sing about broken dreams My life can't be enough of a disaster I don't wanna, I'm not gonna My life's a fuckin' waste And you're paying me to stand here and complain I can't get no, I can't let go I'm a basket case And you'll never understand a thing I'm saying And you're paying me to stand here and complain