Weiner
I hate this town, there's nothing to do
Save for hanging around with a bunch of goons
I play my stereo loud and shake the walls in my room
I hate this town, there's nothing to do
Save for hanging around with the local goons
I keep my head on the ground
My ass sleeps till noon

And I'm not gonna change nothing
'Cause I'm too busy being bored
No, I'm not gonna do nothing
Spent too much time drunk on the floor

No, I'm not gonna change the world
I do good just to change my clothes
And I'm not gonna do nothing
'Cause I'm stuck in the twilight zone

I hate my job worse and worse every day
I'd like to start my own band, but I can't play
I'd like to write me a zine
But I ain't got nothing to say
I hate my job worse and worse every day
I'd like to start my own band, but I can't play
My contribution to the scene is a mere verbal complaint