Painfully Online Songtext
von Zhir Vengersky
Painfully Online Songtext
You′re a pain in the ass
You're a crick in my neck
You′ve never seen the light of day
And it shows
You're a fly in the ointment
A hairline crack in my screen
A self-appointed expert on things
You superficially know
Every time you open your mouth
You hit a foul ball
You've got an ego 300 cubits long
And 30 cubits tall
You′ve got the personality
Of a cardboard box
And the wit and the charm
Of the holes in my socks
Just stop--just stop
Just stop--just stop
You′re not even old enough to vote
You're not even old enough to drive
Yet you have a delusion
of being the next Chomsky
You think you′ll lead a revolution
You think that you're real hot shit
A self-appointed people′s commissar
I mean, honestly
Every time you open your mouth
You hit a foul ball
You've got an ego 300 cubits long
And 30 cubits tall
You′ve got the personality
Of a cardboard box
And the wit and the charm
Of the holes in my socks
Just stop--just stop
Just stop--just stop
You're too online
slipping down the rabbit hole
You've got the soft surface
And the temper of a vole
Pick up a ladle
And practice what you preach
I′ve done it before, it′s not that hard
Just go outside
You're a fly in the ointment
A hairline crack in my screen
A self-appointed expert on things
You superficially know
You′re a pain in the ass
You're a crick in my neck
You′ve never seen the light of day
And it shows
You're a crick in my neck
You′ve never seen the light of day
And it shows
You're a fly in the ointment
A hairline crack in my screen
A self-appointed expert on things
You superficially know
Every time you open your mouth
You hit a foul ball
You've got an ego 300 cubits long
And 30 cubits tall
You′ve got the personality
Of a cardboard box
And the wit and the charm
Of the holes in my socks
Just stop--just stop
Just stop--just stop
You′re not even old enough to vote
You're not even old enough to drive
Yet you have a delusion
of being the next Chomsky
You think you′ll lead a revolution
You think that you're real hot shit
A self-appointed people′s commissar
I mean, honestly
Every time you open your mouth
You hit a foul ball
You've got an ego 300 cubits long
And 30 cubits tall
You′ve got the personality
Of a cardboard box
And the wit and the charm
Of the holes in my socks
Just stop--just stop
Just stop--just stop
You're too online
slipping down the rabbit hole
You've got the soft surface
And the temper of a vole
Pick up a ladle
And practice what you preach
I′ve done it before, it′s not that hard
Just go outside
You're a fly in the ointment
A hairline crack in my screen
A self-appointed expert on things
You superficially know
You′re a pain in the ass
You're a crick in my neck
You′ve never seen the light of day
And it shows
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