Never thought we'd meet again

A young wanna-be and an old has-been

I wish I had a photo of this scene

I've suffered through dependencies

I still have violent tendencies

I could sell my life to "People Magazine"

But I don't care; I don't mind

Just leave me alone or leave me behind

I won't forget the way you let me down

But I've gone underground

So don't come any closer

I might kick you in the nuts

Can't place your face

Can't stand your band

I hate your guts

It's just like Andy Warhol said

Fifteen minutes and a kick in the head

I hope you don't want sympathy from me

There was I time I worshipped you

But now I scrape you off my shoe

I guess that's just the way it's meant to be

And you didn't care, so don't pretend

'Cause you weren't there; you weren't my friend

In the end my only friend's a loaded gun

And I hate everyone

So don't come any closer

I might kick you in the nuts

Can't place your face

Can't stand your band

I hate your guts

Don't come any closer

Don't come any closer

Don't come any closer

Don't come any closer to me