Frustrated

Rockers in the hallway, dressing in their two or nine

Handing out rules like it's some kind of fashion

No passion in the way they live, it's just a game for them

Talking like their shit don't stink

I am frustrated with you

I am frustrated with you

I am frustrated with you

I am frustrated with you

They gather in the front room, smoking on a cigarette

Handing out abuse like it's some kind of fashion

No passion in the way they dress, it's just a look for them

I'm telling you their shit, it stinks

I am frustrated with you

I am frustrated with you

I am frustrated with you

I am frustrated with you