Lyrics:

A coffin for a coffee table
Pills to keep him stable
Won't believe G.G.'s dead
A pure bred antisocial
On the verge of going postal
Always hanging on by a thread
Jeremy knows what he wants to be
He's over qualified to underachieve
He's got a different version of succeed
A crusty crusader
An establishment hater
An icon to the outcast
A non accepting
Disrespecting
Purveyor of filth at its best
Some drink to forget
He drinks to remember when sober he's not up to speed
He's got a different version of succeed
Why do people waste their lives
Worrying about tomorrow
You would think that they were blind
Or they would see their lives pass them by

If he's misunderstood
Then to him it's all good
His IQ is 152
He's not punk rock elite
He just don't like to speak
Unless to make you look like a fool
Jeremy knows what he wants to be
He's over qualified to underachieve
He's got a different version of succeed