Lyrics
One, two, three, four
Well, I know I shouldn't care, but I do and I don't and I always crack a smile
When I see your punk rock clothes
And you try, try but you never fit in
And you're never going to do so pack it up pack it in, so there
Steve took three or four, Heather took more
Lit a cigarette, now they're walking out the door
With a semi-automatic and a ski mask on
And they look at one another and they say to themselves, "What fun"
Well, I never want to bother and I never want to hover
Over his or her affairs 'cause that's not fair
And it seems to me that you're running out of time
And it seems to me like you're never going to do what's right
Jack dropped 21, Jill 22
The look in his eye said
"Brother, what are you going to do with a 9mm and a three-piece suit?"
They look to one another and say
"Hey motherfucker, who's the fool?"
Steve took three or four, Heather took more
Lit a cigarette, now they're walking out the door
With a semi-automatic and a ski mask on
And they look at one another and they say to themselves
Jack dropped 21, Jill 22
The look in his eye said
"Brother, what are you going to do with a 9mm and a three-piece suit?"
They look to one another and say
"Hey motherfucker, who's the fool?"
That's horrible, I can't hear that humming (ha-ha-ha)
