Obsessive Compulsive Complainers

Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome is taking over rock
It seems like no one feels like they belong
All of the kids can relate to self-hate, they don't want a pep talk
A million screaming outcasts can't be wrong

I don't wanna, I'm not gonna
My life's a fuckin' waste
And you're paying me to stand here and complain

I have gone nowhere, but that doesn't phase me, I've done it for so long
And don't they say that it's never too late?
And all of the girls I know are crazy, but they make for funny songs
Don't understand why I can't get a date

I can't get no, I can't let go
I'm a basket case
And you'll never understand a thing I'm saying
And you're paying me to stand here and complain

Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome is my get rich quick scheme
You can keep the fame, 'cause that's not what I'm after
But as long as I'm here, then I'll shed a tear and sing about broken dreams
My life can't be enough of a disaster

I don't wanna, I'm not gonna
My life's a fuckin' waste
And you're paying me to stand here and complain

I can't get no, I can't let go
I'm a basket case
And you'll never understand a thing I'm saying
And you're paying me to stand here and complain