We must look like ants from up there

I bet it feels so good, SO GOOD, playing it off like
you're so
misunderstood. you found your place in your comfortable
group,
hating everyone who's not like you. but tell me am i
wrong? you
stand back and tell us "YOU DON'T BELONG." sorry that's
not
your choice to choose, we'll never play by your rules.
i bet it feels
so good, SO GOOD, playing it off like you've got nothing
to lose.
help me out because i'm just a little confused, for being
so punk
you follow a lot of rules. you walk the walk, you've
even got a
mouth that never, never, never stops. so just run your
mouth while
you sit on your couch, presuming to know what we're all
about. but
tell me am i wrong you stand and tell us "YOU DON'T
BELONG."
sorry that's not your choice to choose but tonight we're
gunna play
by your rules. just look at us now. we can do i too. we
can be, be,
be, be ,be just like you. run it. run it. keep running
your mouth.
how do you like us? how do you like us now? just remember
when
you point the finger there's three pointing BACK AT YOU!
you think you're making the difference, you're
setting
the limits. a gathering of cynics, not even worth this
song hit thing
two minutes