Texty: Eight Fingers Down. You're Not What You Think.

Shut your fucking mouth
Beware of what you said
Yea you may have the looks
Don't let it get to your head

What you said is so far from the truth
Who you are is that really you

I'm not amused

Who made you g-d
Are your streets paved of gold
So thoughtless and lame
So heartless and cold