The End of the Day

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At the end of the day, I do just what I want
At the end of the day, I play just when I want
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Who the fuck are you to say what I can or cannot do
You talk shit about me constantly with your weak judgmental crew
Spread lies about me, cry about me like it’s your God-given task
If you spent more time thinking about me, I’d have your head right up my ass
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…and you still need your mom to pay the rent.
You call me a fake, I’m cashing in your scene, you’re giving me some punk rock
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You say, «How could you do so much better than me?» but all you do is meth
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…and you still need your mom to play the rent.
You try to define what my music should be, like you’re an authority
I have my own teachers, I’ll never need your help
No matter what you say, no matter what I play
If I want to play metal, that’s all right with me
I don’t care if it’s not all right with you, 'cos it’s all right with me
I don’t give a fuck if it’s okay, 'cos it’s all right with me
…and really, it’s just music after all