Callous and dispossessed in youth
Sullenly couldn't find the truth
Don't spit into the wind
Give me a dream to follow
All a bit hard to swallow
All your ideas were binned
Did we cause a scene

I really didn't mean
To say that I don't mind
It's all a touch unkind
Your arguments were there
Until they're all stripped bare
By condescension

[kick-ass guitar riff]