News flash! Your band still sucks!
You might sell albums but you're running out of luck!
People come to your shows and stuff.
I might not make money and being cool's enough
For a guy like me, living life carefree.
Well I just might be the next McCartney.
In a bad punk scene, waiting for eighteen,
Hating you and me, hopped up on morphine.
I'm still angry, I'm still antsy
I'm still waiting to get lucky
Hate my singing, hate my family.
Say it once and say it nicely!
News flash! Your band still sucks! (Still sucks!)
News flash! Your band still sucks! (Still sucks!)
News flash! Your band still sucks! (Still sucks!)
In all reality: my band's the one that blows.
News flash! Your band still sucks!
You might have friends, but I guess my band's enough
To give me a sense of security and stuff.
Yeah... I'm a loser but at least I'm having fun.
For a guy like me, the only place to be
Is the stage, you see. Total anarchy.
Cuz I'm most happy when I'll all bitchy
On the floor crying when I'm not writing.
I'm still cheery, I'm still chasing
This long lost dream that you tell me
Is possibly the most petty
Thing you've heard. Well fuck you, daddy!
News flash! Your band still sucks! (Still sucks!)
News flash! Your band still sucks! (Still sucks!)
News flash! Your band still sucks! (Still sucks!)
In all reality, I think that I'm alone.
News flash... your band still sucks.
But... I'm the one inbetween jobs, and it gets tough
To come home every night in handcuffs.
Do you need a singer for your band? Cuz I've had enough!
Your band still sucks!
Your band still sucks!
Your band still sucks!
Your band still sucks!
Your band still sucks!
Your band still sucks!
Or maybe I'm just jealous.