Lyrics:

Slouched behind the keyboard
Your fingertips are nails
I bet face to face
Your social skills surprisingly fail
Come a little closer
I didn't catch your name
Insult me all you want to
But dare you do it to my face

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you

You're entitled to your opinion
But I must ask you why
If all you say is hurtful
I would take to heart your written sigh?
It was heavy on the intent
But light in its effect
And when I'm the subject
Here's the reaction you can expect

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you