No more I don't need a job and I don't need no friends People bore me to the end I wish that I were dead All this stench that fills the air reminds me of the dump And when I turn on my tv, the f**kin' Brady Bunch The cluelessness of middle class is what I'm living for In San Jose there's too many dicks, it's a bore, a bore My parents are getting stressed, just give my ears a rest I wake in time to go to school to take another test No more It's such a total waste, don't worry about me I'll set my own pace.