Two, three, four, five, six

I cut my nose to spite my face
And I bite my tongue 'cause I love the taste and
Everybody knows that I'm a loser

Cutting lines in the bathroom
Can't stop getting high
Smoking in the back room
Drink until I'm lying
Face down in the van
Not like I'm a Superman
But I'm fucking flying
Then I crash land
Into another green room
Touring never ends
Making all these plans
That we won't do in the end
Make out, make it quick
Fall in love with every chick
Can I use your shower?
And then I dip

It's not like I'm trying to live my life
Like I am stuck in 1999

I cut my nose to spite my face
And I bite my tongue 'cause I love the taste and
Everybody knows that I'm a loser
(Everybody knows that I'm a loser)
Yeah, everybody knows that I'm a loser, loser
(Everybody knows that I'm a loser, loser)

I'm smoking ice in the bathroom
I'm in paradise
And I'm picking at my face
Then I'm picking up a fight
Face straight in a can
Lickin' every ounce I can
Then I'm fucking flying, ah
You keep looking at me like you want some
You keep fucking with me, then you get some
I hit another bump, then another one
And another one
And another one

It's not like I'm trying to live my life
Like I am stuck in 1999

(I'm picking it up)
(I'm picking it up)

I cut my nose to spite my face
And I bite my tongue 'cause I love the taste and
Everybody knows that I'm a loser
(Everybody knows that I'm a loser)
Yeah, everybody knows that I'm a loser, loser
(Everybody knows that I'm a loser, loser)

(I'm picking it up)
(I'm picking it up)