V.F.W.

Mom and dad don't like me
They say I'm mean and crude
They tried to make me a good little boy
By sticking downers in my food

Fucked up world
We're all veterans of a fucked up world
Fucked up world
We're all members of a fucked up world

My neighbors try to run me down
Because I'm such a mess
Maybe it's because of the way I look
Or maybe the way I dress

Philosophers try to put me down
Hey, what's the meaning of life?
Go kill a cop and drink till you drop
Baby that's my advice

In a fucked up world
We're all veterans of a fucked up world
Fucked up world
We're all members of a fucked up world

Girls don't really like me
That's why I hate myself
Maybe it's because of the way I look
Or maybe it's something else

My room is such a pig sty
My floor has never been swept
But I've got a fuck off attitude
And that's something that should be kept

In a fucked up world
We're all veterans of a fucked up world
Fucked up world
We're all members of a fucked up world



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Sabatino, Rodney Linderman, David Schulthise, Anthony Joseph Genaro
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