[Intro] [fast distorted guitar riff, driving punk drums] [bass enters with bright tone] [Verse 1] [gritty male vocals] When I'm feelin' down and out, to rescue me, there ain't no doubt , cause I don't think about anyone, not myself, no not myself. Wap-ah-da-da What part don't you understand? I don't have a life, I don't have a plan. Just back off your sympathy, set me free, leave me be. World holds my frustration, tired of aggravation. See me cryyyyyyyyyyyy. My frustration, has got me down. My frustration, has got me down. I know other people got it worse, but I swear to you, I think I was cursed, cause all my luck was never, never good. It's always bad, always bad. World holds my frustration, tired of aggravation. See me Cryyyyyyyyy. My frustration has got me down. My frustration has got me down. "Masturbation" has got me down. My frustration! [Breakdown] my frustrations' in a box. And every now and then I think I hear it talk. Seems to me it ain't what it means. Seems to me it ain't what it seems. My frustrations all inside, all spun up, nowhere to hide, cause I'm gone. YEAHHHHH! World holds my frustration, tied of aggravation. See me cryyyyyyyy! My frustration. Wap-ah-da-da, my frustration. Wap-ah-da-da, my frustration. My frustration. Bringing me down. My frustration. Bringing me down. My frustration. Bringing me down. MY FRUSTRATION
