Strapping Young Lad - Happy Camper (Carpe B.U.M.) Lyrics
You pretentious *****ing losersYou've got nothing at allYou've got your fingers in your *****And your hand on the callAnd you talk such *****ing horseshitThat it's hard to believeThat you almost make careers out of being naiveYou, you are a *****er 'cause you sold my guitarYou, you are a *****er, seeking fortune in barsYou, you are a *****er, 'cause you say such stupid shitI've got a better line in pocket lintThat what you've done with itSo if you are an ***** who pretends to be a friendThen get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, endingAnd now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper?Why yes, I have become a *****ing happy camper!I hate your *****ing faces and your trendy cut hairI hate the fact you think your job will go anywhereBecause its use is just the same as what I shit into the bowlJust like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my holeI hate your loser friends who only come out when it's rightI hate that when it's down you run instead of fightI'm set to think your lot in life to test the stronger onesWill just require some chicken shit and also sneakers for the runI dig it away, the shit you puked instead of swallowedIn an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the loadSo when you move and stand aside my mood will hamperAnd yes, I will become a *****ing happy camper!Stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you saneWait for useless numbers to grow useful once againWhere the heat will come again, your flaw grows sickYour flaw will send, the shit you call your businessTo the place that is your endStuck in the winter, cold and wetYour stupid friends have come and wentAnd you're left behind with your idiot jobAnd it's far from a prize, you *****ing dink... you're a *****ing dink... yeah!...how's this for punk? Dink!...suck my *****, you pathetic excuse for a human being... you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... You've also got a lot of balls to dick with someone else's life, you *****ing pseudo ghetto "boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta" wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! Thank Christ you don't have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, shit for brains. Shut the ***** up, and get out of your parents' house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake, quit being such a *****ing sheep!!! Now grow the hell up!!!...dinkI let it get me down because you're in it for the gloryAnd I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a storyAnd this whole L.A. Rock thingThat the malls are buying upIt doesn't work, it doesn't workIt's so inbred I might throw up...And now I'm put into the middleWith the contracts and the bunk, and I always end upHearing, "hey, man, punk... Let's have more punk!"So here I am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tellThat either way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sellSo if you've got the gall to take this shit blown up your assAnd you've got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in massThen hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamperI'll sit and write you songs and be a *****ing happy camperYeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurkThe smaller points so I can give it all and save you workYou say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper...Well then, *****...I guess I am a *****ing...happy...*****ing...campe
