Lyrics Martyrial Girl$ - Gym Class Heroes
I'm
officially
going
in
And
refusing
to
come
out
Unless
I'm
bloody
Let's
go
I'd
like
to
think
I
pride
myself
on
being
humble
And
let
these
other
motherfuckers
lose
touch
like
a
fumble
'Cause
you
can
keep
a
level
head
and
have
fun
too
But
I
came
to
promote
the
game
till
they
saying
uncle
At
least
till
my
name's
in
the
same
lane
as
You
gonna
have
to
respect
me
for
making
being
uncool
cool
With
no
capris
and
sandals,
ray
bans,
skinny
pants
and
flannels
So
insecure
I'm
tugging
at
my
t-shirt
'Cause
I
swear
the
girl
behind
me
staring
at
my
love
handles
I
just
wanna
change
the
channel
or
delete
them
Where
the
fuck
is
Adam
Sandler
when
you
need
him?
Or
Christopher
Walken
On
my
papercut
shit
again,
thank
god
for
walkmans
And
I
gotta
thank
God
often
'Cause
otherwise
I'd
be
like
these
other
guys
This
type
of
scene
just
ain't
my
thing
And
everybody
too
cool
for
school
And
yet
somehow
I
never
felt
so
alone
In
a
room
full
of
people
So
I'mma
seat
on
this
stoop
Then
I'mma
lace
up
my
boots
And
keep
on
walking
till
I
make
my
way
home
Can
someone
tell
me
how
I
got
here
in
the
first
place
'Cause
honestly
in
my
opinion
this
the
worst
place
I
mean
I
even
said
hello
to
a
few
girls
I
feel
like
brad
pitt
stuck
in
cool
world
'Cause
everything
so
foreign
And
all
the
conversation
is
boring
I
mean
I'm
practically
snoring
Could
somebody
please
show
me
the
door
man
'Cause
I
don't
think
that
I
can
take
it
Everybody
here
is
desperate
hit
like
Replacements
That's
probably
why
I
ain't
sayin'
shit
Oh
what
the
hell
I
might
as
well
get
wasted
'Cause
I'd
rather
be
sedated
Than
conversate
about
whose
sneakers
are
more
outrageous
Or
whose
outfit's
the
latest
I
think
I'll
blow
jokes
on
you,
greatest
This
type
of
scene
just
ain't
my
thing
And
everybody
too
cool
for
school
And
yet
somehow
I
never
felt
so
alone
In
a
room
full
of
people
So
I'mma
seat
on
this
stoop
Then
I'mma
lace
up
my
boots
And
keep
on
walking
till
I
make
my
way
home
Ladies
and
gentlemen
Boys
and
girls
I'd
advise
you
all
To
the
Papercut
Chronicles
2
It
don't
get
much
better
This
type
of
scene
just
ain't
my
thing
And
everybody
too
cool
for
school
And
yet
somehow
I
never
felt
so
alone
In
a
room
full
of
people
So
I'mma
seat
on
this
stoop
Then
I'mma
lace
up
my
boots
And
keep
on
walking
till
I
make
my
way
home
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