|
King Missile - Wuss lyrics
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 I was a teenage wuss. In junior high school, I had oily, stringy hair and lots of pimples. I wore really wussy clothes. Most of the other kids called me a faggot. Even some of the other wusses called me a faggot. There was maybe five kids in the whole school who were wussier than I was. I was really wussed out. I was afraid of girls, and guys scared the shit out of me. They used to say to me, "What are you, fucking queer?" They wanted me to fight, to prove I wasn't a faggot. But I didn't fight, I ran away. {cussing in the background} I was a wuss. I was never into any sports at all. I never took showers after gym class. I wore my gym clothes under my regular clothes, So I wouldn't have to change in front of everybody else. I was afraid to realize my full potential in school because, To the other kids, The smarter you were, The wussier you were I was a hopeless wuss. Wuss, Wuss, Wuss. I was into science fiction and math and chess. It was not fun being a wuss, and even now, Now that I'm not nearly as much of a wuss as I once was, I still feel kind of wussy from time to time: Residual wussiness- The kind of thing you can never really leave behind. That's the way it goes. |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Dutchess by Fergie |
 The Dangermen Sessions, Vol. 1 by Madness |
 Moodring by Mya |
 Blood Stained Love Story by Saliva |
 Jimmy Roses by Jimmy Roses |
