Get a clue
Sitting in a room thinking they’re cool
Stuck up and stuffy, passing judgments on you
Rolling their eyes whenever you speak
Laying their contempt at your feet
Talking right through you every time
For their ignorance is so blind
Thinking I give a shit after all these years
I’m to old, I’ve done spilt my tears
Keeping my head held high
you can kiss my ass and rag on the new guy
Too jaded for you to start, I could care less
About your ego for we are miles apart
Who’s dick is bigger I have no clue
But she did not stick with you long
I guess the joke was on you.
Scott Baker
