VERSE 1
Face Book liars who never retire
Instagram trolls looking for holes
Twitter tough guys in disguise
Big kids, big dicks, Heisman prize
Pushing skinny geeks to the ground
Reading their poetry in public out loud
Trolling them online all the damn time
Big trucks, big nuts, excused from crime
CHROUS 1
You are!
The big kids!
The hot shits!
The jock twins!
VERSE 2
All you motherfuckers look exactly the same
With your internet perfection and easy fame
Violent pranks played on those of lower rank
Suicidal wet dreams for the victims it seems
Black belts, letter jackets, everything you want
Money, cheerleaders, whatever you can rob
Counting down the days until summer vacation
We take out our aggression on the Playstation
EXTENDED CHROUS 1
You are!
The big kids!
The hot shits!
The jock twins!
You are!
The jarheads!
The well-fed!
The hand-led!
VERSE 3
Gamer Gate sexism turned up to eleven
Guaranteed your own cloud in the heavens
Guaranteed the keys to your own kingdom
Glass ceiling fantasy for those beneath it
Guaranteed a job for life on the cop squad
Even when we prove you’re just a fraud
Even when the corpses continue to mount
Even when this country starts to go south
EXTENDED CHROUS 2
You are!
The big kids!
The hot shits!
The jock twins!
You are!
The rich pricks!
The big dicks!
The groin kicks!
VERSE 4
Now you’re all alone with a fucking concussion
Everything you read might as well be in Russian
You burned all the bridges, betrayed your bitches
Nobody is left to help you remove your stitches
Football, trucks, money, and booze
Girls, weapons, so sure you’ll never lose
Shallow values and deep graves
You had it all, yet continued to crave
CHORUS 2
You are!
A dead soul!
An asshole!
Left in the cold!
FINAL LINES
The big kids! X4
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