Lyrics:

Well, you could kiss my ass goodbye
Or you could sit and watch me cry
It don't make no difference to me
'Cause I call you slime, I call you scum
If this is your idea of fun
Are you fakin' misery, fakin' pain
And then you walk away from blame?
So get under my skin or on my nerves
Then you'll get what you deserve

'Cause I'm sick of the flappin' lips and the waggin' tongues
And the ears where the pen turns in
Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Something I don't already know
'Cause I'm sick of the flappin' lips and the waggin' tongues
And the ears that where the pen turns in
Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Something I don't already know

Yeah, you could kiss my ass goodbye
Or you could sit and watch me cry
It don't make no difference to me
'Cause I can take a joke and I can get a hint
And now it's gone before it went
Are you fakin' misery, fakin' pain?
It's a little publicity game

Tell me
'Cause your little joke was a tragedy
And you can teeter on the punch line next to me
Teeter, oh, teeter

Well, you could kiss my ass goodbye
Or you could sit and watch me cry
It don't make no difference to me
'Cause I can take a joke and I can get a hint
And now it's gone before it went
Yeah, you're fakin' misery, fakin' pain
And then you walk away from blame
So get under my skin or on my nerves
Soon you'll get what you deserve