They say that we ain't got the style,
We ain't got the class,
We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map
And I'm a phoney in disguise,
Tryin to make the radio,
I'm an anti-social anarchist dyslexic so and so,
They say I'm just a stupid kid,
Just a crazy radical,
Rock and roll is dead I probably should've stayed in school,
Another generation X who somehow slipped up through the crack,
They'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back

And it goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know it never bothers me,
In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit,
They can kiss the back of my hand

Now I know I'm not a saint,
I been a sinner all my life,
I ain't tryin to have no buds,
I'd rather keep them in the line,
They wanna criticise you now,
Cast another stone,
Burn me at the stake and see them watch it from the dome,
They say the devil is my pal,
I do alotta drugs!
The crowd will only like me if they're really fuckin' drunk,
They think they know my thoughts,
But they don't know the least,
If they listened to the words they'd find the message that's beneath

And it goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin shit even though they never bother,
In One Ear,
And right out the other,
Peopl talkin' shit don't ya know they never bother and...

Here's the moral to the story,
We don't do it for the glory,
We don't do it for the money,
We don't do it for the things so all the critics who despise, just go ahead and criticise,
It's your integrity that drives us, addin fire to the flame and it goes

In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know they'll never bother,
It goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
I'm only playing music cos you know that I love it, it goes
In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother,
It goes In One Ear, and right out the other, people talkin shit well you know they can kiss the back of my hand