Haven't Got A Clue

Oh man!
Oh right!

One, two, three

You haven't got a clue
And you don't know what to do
You used your money and your friends
To try and trick me
But you won't trick me

As far as I can tell
You've created your own hell
Now you walk around this place
Expecting pity

Every time you throw a fit I
Can't decide if you're full of it and
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face I go

I still can't believe
All your plastic surgery
Now it's everybody's problem
That you're unhappy
Oh, come on!

Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face...
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face...

Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face I go