Look in my eyes, what do you see?

The cult of personality

I know your anger, I know your dreams

I've been everything you want to be

I'm the cult of personality

Like Mussolini and Kennedy

I'm the cult of personality

The cult of personality

The cult of personality

Neon lights, a Nobel Prize

Then a mirror speaks, the reflection lies

You don't have to follow me

Only you can set me free

I sell the things you need to be

I'm the smiling face on your T.V.

I'm the cult of personality

I exploit you still you love me

I tell you one and one makes three

I'm the cult of personality

Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi

I'm the cult of personality

The cult of personality

The cult of personality

Neon lights a Nobel Prize

A leader speaks, that leader dies

You don't have to follow me

Only you can set you free

You gave me fortune

You gave me fame

You gave me power in your own god's name

I'm every person you need to be

Oh, I'm the cult of personality

I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of personality

Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?

If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway

You will never understand it 'cause it happens too fast

And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass

It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright

It's so groovy, it's outta sight

You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet

But it makes no difference 'cause it knocks you off your feet

You want it all but you can't have it

It's cryin', bleedin', lying on the floor

So you lay down on it and you do it some more

You've got to share it, so you dare it

Then you bare it and you tear it

I, hate the rain and sunny weather,

And I, hate the beach and mountains too

(And) I don't like a thing about the city, no, no

And I, I, I, hate the country side too!

And I, hate everything about you!

Everything about you!

I don't like a thing about your mother,

And I, I hate your daddy's guts too,

I don't like a thing about your sister, no, no

'Cause I, I, I, think sex is overrated too.

And I, get sick when I'm around,

I, can't stand to be around

I, hate everything about you!

Everything about you, everything about you,

Everything about you

Some say I got a bad attitude,

But that don't change the way I feel about you,

If you think all this might be bringing me down,

Look again cause I ain't wearin' no frown!

I don't really care about your sister

Forget the…

I wrote her off for the tenth time today

And practiced all the things I would say

But she came over

I lost my nerve

I took her back and made her dessert

Now I know I'm being used

That's okay because I like the abuse

I know she's playing with me

That's okay 'cause I've got no self-esteem

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah

We make plans to go out at night

I wait till two then I turn out the light

This rejection's got me so low

If she keeps it up I just might tell her so

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah

When she's saying that she wants only me

Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends

When she's saying that I'm like a disease

Then I wonder how much more I can spend

Well I guess I should stick up for myself

But…

I was lying on the grass of Sunday morning of last week

Indulging in my self-defeat

My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted, wrong and beat

A comfortable three feet deep

Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week

Impaired my tribal lunar speak

And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done

So I missed a million miles of fun

I know it's up for me

(If you steal my sunshine)

Making sure I'm not in too deep

(If you steal my sunshine)

Keeping versed and on my feet

(If you steal my sunshine)

I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street

L-A-T-E-R that week

My sticky paws were into making straws out of big fat slurpy treats

An incredible eight-foot heap

Now the funny glare to pay a…

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you.

The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests.

About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts,

Maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area.

Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon,

We don't know.

I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job

I'm your average white suburbanite slob

I like football and porno and books about war

I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor

My wife and my job, my kids and my car

My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested

(Oh no) No Way (Uh-uh)

No, I've gotta go out and have fun

At someone else's expense

(Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane

While people behind me are going insane

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and piss on the seat

I walk around in the summertime saying, "How about this heat?"

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces

While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song

Ranting and raving and carrying on

Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong

Naaaah!

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)

I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)

You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible,

Hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior and big brown

baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheese burgers from

McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the

American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a God damned thing anybody can do about it. YOu know why? Because

we got the bombs, that's why.

Throw the Jew down the well.

>>10142688

Yeah I know but still its funny.

>>10142724

Not quite

>>10142736

LOL….if you only knew

>>10142792

You know the answer.

They are getting sheckels