Nerd

Lyrics

[Verse 1] He doesn't have a problem with drugs He just doesn't get them He loves all of his mates' tattoos But he thinks he'd regret them He likes going to pubs But he hates it when the music's too loud He tends not to go to rock concerts 'Cause he can't stand the crowds But all he's ever wanted to be Is a rock star on MTV But he knows that it's not fuckin' likely This ain't the late '90s [Chorus] He knows that he will always be a rock and roll nerd He'll keep writing songs thе world will never hear And though thеy won't be heard, he'll just keep writing Oh yeah [Verse 2] But you see, the problem is He always dreamed that he would inspire But he picked up a laptop instead of a Squier And learning to press Play is not a great way to be admired So while the other kids were learning Stairway He was the Albini to their Cobain But he was convinced one day he'd rock their fucking asses And be an icon for the disenfranchised masses And grow his hair long And rebel against the state But just for now, that'd have to wait 'Cause he's running late for his morning classes [Chorus] And he will always be a rock and roll nerd He'll keep writing words the world will never read And though they won't be seen, he'll just keep writing Oh yeah [Verse 3] But you see, the problem is There's not much depth in what he's singing He's a victim of his lower-middle-class upbringing So he can't write about the streets, or flexing So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is dead To try and evoke some angst in his middle-class head But it's quite hard to bereave When the one for which you grieve never even existed He's not spent a single night in prison He has no issues with nutrition He has no drinking problem, and no drug addiction Unless you count the drugs they put in chicken And marijuana always tends to make him cough He doesn't look good with his t-shirt off And when he tries to act tough, you can tell he's tricking Bup, ba da da da da da, get fucked cunt Oh, while his mates will go out late, popping pills and getting pissed He goes home and showers and gets a good eight hours He gets his thrills from his morning lifts While his mates will go on dates, taking speed and drinking cans of Jim Beam He goes home and writes, spends all of his nights writing things the world will never see 'Cause he's never really been part of the scene Give him Guns N' Roses, he'll take BDG (If you got a song inside, don't hide it) He's more into Tally than The Stones (Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk?) He's more Mr. Minchin than Ramones (Don't lock it inside) (I'm in a cage) And he's never owned a transit van He never shot a Pantera fan He doesn't know the difference between Metal and Thrash He couldn't tell you nothing about Axl and Slash He likes Will Wood and That Handsome Devil (One day you're going to die) He knows all the words to Charlie's Inferno (Excuse me sir) And though he tries to be all edgy and deep He spent his teenage years playing video games and losing sleep So it don't matter how he tries He cannot hide behind his rock and roll lies 'Cause you've either got it or you don't Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't [Bridge] Yeah, you've either got it or you don't Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't Yeah, you've either got it or you don't Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't Yeah, you've either got it or you don't Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't Yeah, you've either got it or you don't Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't, motherfucker Motherfucker, motherfucker [Verse 4] He knows that his music lacks depth But it just can't be helped He has nothing interesting to say So he writes about himself But he doesn't want to sound self-obsessed So he writes in third-person In an attempt to seem more rock-and-roll But he suspects it's not working And deep in his heart, he knows he Will never be Bono or Bowie And even if he was quite pretty With small pants like Kylie [Outro] He knows that he will always be a rock and roll nerd He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear And though they won't be— Though they won't be heard, he'll just keep writing Oh yeah No, you might not like him But he don't care Because he wants to rock and he will never be deterred But he'll always be a fucked up, little, try-hard, wannabe Rock and roll Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Nerd [Instrumental Outro]