We're going down to harvard square,
all the morons are waiting there.
they gawk at us cause we're fucking punk,
and puke on us when they're good and drunk.
you stand around,
you've got nothing to do,
you're a fucking waste and i hate you.
all dressed up for a friday night,
the drinks go in and you're ready to fight.
but you better think twice about who you choose,
cause i'm fucking crazy and i'll kill you.
you stand around,
you've got nothing to do,
you're a fucking waste and i hate you