F# A They say that we ain't got the style, F# B We ain't got the class, F# A B We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us A on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, tryna make the radio I'm an antisocial anarchist who sound like so-and-so They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical Rock 'n' roll is dead, I probably should have stayed at school Another Generation X who somehow slipped up through the cracks Oh, they'd love to see me fall, but I'm already on my back Chorus: F# And it goes In One Ear, A B And right out the other, F# A B People talkin' shit but you know I never bother, F# IT goes In One Ear, A B And right out the other, F# A B People talkin' shit, They can kiss the back F# of my hand Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life I ain't tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light They want to criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne They say the devil is my pal, I do a lot of drugs The crowd will only like me if they're really fucking drunk They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least If they'd listen to the words they'd find a message tucked beneath Chorus: But it goes in one ear and right out the other People talking shit even though they never bother It goes in one ear and right out the other People talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand You hear that? You hear what's coming? Oh, you better run for the hills 'Cause we're coming to your town And we're gonna burn that motherfucker down Aaaaaaoooh!!!! Here's the moral to the story: we don't do it for the glory We don't do it for the money, we don't do it for the fame So all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us It's your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames And it goes in one ear and right out the other People talking shit but you know we never bother It goes in one ear and right out the other I'm only playing music cause you know I fucking love it It goes in one ear and right out the other People talking shit but you know I never bother It goes in one ear and right out the other People talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA F# B |