Orange County Tragedy

Ha ha
Well I've got a million piercings
From my ball sack to my nose
And I've never seen a jail cell
But I'm sleeved with stars and bolts
I've got a great big stupid hot wheel
That I can't jack up no higher
With my pimp it balls deep stickers
In my Johnny Suede attire

I'm gonna tear it down
I'm gonna run it through
I'm gonna tear it down

I'm just another O.C. tragedy
Take a look around there's a million of me
I'm just another O.C. tragedy
I'm a little germ in a little world

Well, I claim to be a punk rock
I'm a fixture on your scene
With my drink and fight militia
And my jock mentality
But I'm from the sterile suburbs
That mom and daddy own
A dumb rich kid trying to fit in
But I'll never tell a soul.

I'm gonna tear it down
I'm gonna run it through
I'm gonna tear it down

I'm just another O.C. tragedy
I'm a well fed poser trying to blow your scene man
I'm just another O.C. tragedy
I'm a little germ in a little world