The grouch

I was a young boy that had big plans
now i'm just another shitty old man
i don't have fun and i hate everything
the would owes me so f*** you
glory days don't
mean shit to me
i drank a six pack of apathy
life's a bitch and so am i
the world owes me so f*** you
wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
i had a young and optimistic point of view
wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
i had a young and optimistic point of view
i've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat
oh my god i'm turning out like my dad
i'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
the world owes me so f*** you
the wife's a nag and the kid's fuc*** up
i don't have sex 'cause i can't get it up
i'm always rude
i've got a bad attitude
the world owes me so f*** you