You've got mail, a lot of mail
For other people who think just like me
You, you get all up in arms
Oh, when you hear the words I sing
And send messages for me to read
to everything that you've been sayin'
Once I got past the cussin'
and the hate you were conveyin'
when you said you wish I'd die
but couldn't help but see
The truth behind our songs,
you're so predictable and boring
Thank you for the interest,
now I've got a question for you
Make you mad enough to spit?
Is that the only word that fit?
Oh, I forgot you also used an anus
to everything that you've been saying
Once I got past the cussing
and the hate you were conveying
when you said you wish I'd die
I got your point but couldn't help
but see you were ignoring
The truth behind our songs,
you're so predictable and boring
Thank you for the interest,
now I've got a question for you
But we don't follow polls by CNN
We got kicked off Fox and Friends
to everything that you've been saying
Looks like I passed a cousin
and the hate you were conveying
when you said you wish I'd die
We're trashin' both the singers
and the way we play guitar
Won't change a lot of minds,
well that won't get you very far
to fight three chords and the truth?
I'm glad I'm not in your shoes
