Seems I just can`t break
into the music industry,
With my happy childhood
and perfect family.
They don`t want a clean-cut
kid like me, oh no siree!
I have to be abused, misused and fondled sexually.
Cause, they want Marilyn Manson
They want that guy from the Cure
Suffering from manic depression,
and raping a bunch o` minors.
So I got a brand new idea,
A way I could become popular.
I`ll start my own punk rock band,
And I think I`ll call it MISDEMEANOR!
It`ll send the kiddos a` runnin`
To buy our new record.
We`ll sing about killing policemen
and on the cover we`ll be flippin` the bird.
Cause, they want heroin addicts
They want coke-sniffin` fiends
But with my new band name,
I think that now they`ll want me!
So I gotta go build my ego,
I think I`ll start a fight in a bar.
I`ll even try to slit my wrists,
But first I`ll learn to play the guitar.