You come around, with your pretentious crap You ask me what books I read, man you should be slapped It must be oh so hard to always be correct But I was wondering have you been yourself yet You hang around, long after everyone You tell me you're lonely now, girl you should go home It must be oh so hard to have to live your life But I was questioning the source of all your strife Sin on be the one they sin against No one here thinks you're innocent You know God he's not even listening To a word... to a word You come around, with your pretentious crap You ask me what books I read, man you should be slapped Sin on be the one they sin against No one here thinks you're innocent You know God he's not even listening