L.A.X

hey elitists from LA, los angeles. california. you know who you are. you're driving fancy cars. your allowance exceeds my rent. well listen to what i have to say remind yourselves every day, let's get the message on it's way.
 well first of all.
 fuck your fucking attitudes, how could you be so fucking rude, you fucking look at me like when girls are jealous. and fuck your fucking LA cars. you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars, yeah. fuck your fucking f, you're all a bunch of dressed up fucking rats. you get anything you want, mommy's dressed up fucking runt. you're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion. and all your fucking stupid names, blair and tavis that's fucking lame. z-a-c does not spell "zach" what the fuck is with all that?
 and you think you're so fucking impressive, get your name on the fucking guestlist. raise your nose to the people in line. give the doorman a fucking high five.
 and they go:
 do my shoes match my shirt
 does my shirt clash with my pants
 do my pants match my eyes
 do my eyes look good tonight
 will this place be cool enough
 your hair looks so though
 this looks so good for us
 tonight my money's gonna by me love
 and fuck all of your decieving: what's your fake heart fake fucking bleeding? and all the girls that you laid in your mat, all the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at. and fuck your fucking fake ass world and all your handed out fucking thrills. some of us, we have to work hard, just to get our little part.
 and maybe your glamour's not in boston. well my friends are fucking awesome. and we'll keep on doing our best, even though my life is a mess.
 and we go:
 will this check support this tour
 will this tour lose my job
 without my job where's the rent
 should we all just call it quits
 the dinner date sure costs a lot
 when 28 bucks is all you got
 and your life is at a stop
 and your dreams all pulled so taut
 and this is the difference between our lives
 no wonder tonight you feel alright
 and i'm sorry if my mind is occupied
 i'm trying to forget to wonder why
 we're built up from nothing
 i'm trying to foget to wonder why