I can hate me,
You can hate me,
He can hate me,
She can hate me,
My mom can hate me,
My dad can hate me.
The whole fucking can hate me,
And they probably do.
But I'll die happy
Because I know I'm not like you.
Thank you, Good Charolette
For sucking so bad.
Thank you, Good Charolette
For making punk a fad.
Thank you, Good Charolette
For ruining the scene.
Thank you, Good Charolette
For tearing down my dreams.
It's the little things, the little things.
Like selling out hardcore.
It's the little things, the little things.
Like always wanting more.
It's the lifestyles of the rich and famous
Cuz I'm sure you know what that's like.
It's the little things, the little things.
Thank you, Good Charolette.