the Hives

I took time to think things over – time I didn’t want to spare.
Cause someone told me I had things to fix – things I didn’t wanna repair.
So I was talked into sitting quietly thinking bout the things I’d done.
Didn’t like it so I said wisely oh hell!
Where’s my fun?
Hail hail spit n’drool.
I liked the way that things were going don’t like the way they’re going now.
But I’d like to add there is a thing I can do
gonna tell you what, where and when and how.
Hail hail spit n’drool.

Being the king of asskissing makes him a royal drag.
And the king of asskissing, he’s after me again, bringing me his royal nag.
He takes every opportunity to get to me.
….And here he comes again dont think I’ll ever be at rest.
I suppose happiness will come to some but I’ll never be a lucky one.
Still I got to keep on hoping for the best.
But once again he comes again thats how the story goes
and it’s been long enough for me to know where he’s about to put his nose.
SOMETIME, SOMEDAY THAT
BASTARD’S GONNA PAY!
The king of of asskissing says Im the one and only.
And the king of asskissing with his constant presence he keeps me from being lonely.
He’s a royal branch of luncay that gets to me.
….And here we go again it looks as if he’s here to stay.
I’ve tried to beat to pull and whack.
But a monkey sliding down my back won’t easily go away.
So once again he comes again about to reach his goal.
The one and only monrach with his kingdom in a hole.
SOMETIME;SOON THE KING OF ASSKISSING IS GONNA PAY

Born only a month ago yet I’m (already) fully grown from head to toe.
Lots of metal, lots of grease and put together piece by piece.
To support a system that uses me….but the day is here and they’re gonna see.
I’m on a mission cause now I’ve had it.
I watch their system and spit right at it.
I was born and plated a schmuck they created.
I’ll explode I’ll erode yeah I’ll break you fucking code cause I’m an automatic schmuck.
With a tendency to rock.
Deprived of mind but yet I know – I’m a metallic man about to blow.
Time to set the record straight.
Time to let out all my hate.
I’m on a mission an metallic man with the intention to expose the plan.
I was born and plated a schmuck they created.
I’ll explode I’ll erode yeah I’ll break you fucking code cause I’m an automatic schmuck.
With a tendency to rock.
I’m on a mission a metallic goof – it takes a man of steal to reveal the truth.
I was born and plated a schmuck they created.
I’ll explode I’ll erode yeah I’ll break you fucking code cause I’m an automatic schmuck.
With a tendency to rock.

They say it’s off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can’t be too abusive can’t be too odscene.
But he’s got a plan to build a future he’s been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he’s three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he’ll fight it till the end he’ll show his finger than say:
I’m a wicked one.
He’s a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can’t be all taht happy can’t be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he’ll fight it till the end he’ll show his finger than say:
I’m a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can’t be all that punkrock can’t be all that queer.
He’ll make them wish they never knew him he’ll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn’t really know how to do that.
So we’ll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he’ll fight it till the end he’ll show his finger than say:
I’M A WICKED ONE.

A neon light is seen above every average teen.
A sign spelling out a word that none of us has heard.
Fourteen bucks today and I get a new life tommorow
a new product rejects unhappy moments and sorrow.
I’ll take this one and that one and then some more.
I’ll use a piece of paper and the almighty pen – here we go again.
A voice inside of me says insufficiency how come it worked out for you?
I better try something new.
Not satisfied just yet – wanna recieve and get.
I believe that word my inner voiceis never left unheard.

You laugh at me and call me i-d-i-o-t.
You laugh and turn your back cause I’m not like you’re supposed to be.
But it’s not a question – a question of low iq.
Cause if it was well then the answer wouldn’t be me but you.
a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, don’t know who the hell
I’m supposed to be i-d-i-o-t a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, yeah thats me i-d-i-o-t.
I put with being laughed at cause I put up with being me.
And then on artificial someone says I’m the i-d-i-o-t.
But I got motivation yeah I pretty much love it all.
To make your artificial nation stumble and fall.
I know that I’m a screw up.
I know I’m in a band.
I know that I am up against a mighty mighty man.
But I’m satisfied with being, being one of the lucky few.
Who’ll be the ones laughing knowing that the joke is gonna be on you.