Yeah this song is dedicated to every kid
who ever got picked last for gym class (this is for you)
To every kid who never had a date to no school dance
(this is for you)
To everyone whose ever been called a freak (this is for you)
Here we go
What? What? come on What!?
Ohhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh
Like the time in school when we got free lunch and the cool kids beat us up
(reduced lunch)
And the rich kids had convertibles and we had to ride the bus (55)
Like the time we made the baseball team but they still laughed at us
(you still suck)
Like the time that girl broke up with me cuz i wasn't cool enough.
TRICK!
Things. Things Here we go The little things. Little things
They always hang around The Little things. Little things
They try to break me down Little Things. Little Things
They just won't go away Little things. Little things
Make me who I am today. GO!! You wanna hate me now
But I won't stop now Cuz i can't stop now!
Like the time mom went to that institute cuz she was breakin' down(i just cant take it)
Like the car we had that wouldn't start
We had to walk to get around (Hey can i getta ride??)
And that same year on Christmas Eve
Dad went to the store (uhh ill see you guys later)
We checked his room his things were gone we didn't see him no more.
DICK!
Things. Things Here we go The little things. Little things
They always hang around Little things. Little things
They try to break me down Little Things. Little Things
They just won't go away Little things. Little things
Make me who I am today. GO!!! You wanna hate me now
But I won't stop now Cuz i can't stop now
What! What! What! What!
Little things, little things, little things, little things (Ohhhhh)
Little things, little things, little things, little things. (Ohhhhh)
Little things, little things, little things, little things (ohhhhh)
Little things, little things, little things, little tNine times fined
Never mind
Things can only improve
We are just stood here
Waiting for the next great wound
And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake
All in all, imagine this :
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
People think all we do
Is lie around and think of how
Rich we'd be if we didn't think
Life could improve
And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
So, never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Make our tea
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess
And complete distress won't make much difference to us
Sing us our
Favourite song
Nobody loves us
Born-again athiests
Practising troublemakers
Make us our
Favourite jam
Nobody loves us
Useless and shiftless
And jobless
But we're all yours