I hate the little things and that's what's wrong, The guy who talks over each last song on the radio, And having to pay to go for a piss when you've got no change, it just drives me insane
It's all the small things that I hate, Cant stand all that junk, With that new starbucks...in the middle of nowhere
And then on top of that you've got to be P.C., With every man hater tearing you down, And all the nay sayers who fight for everything, And those buzzwords that make you punk
It's all the small things that I hate, Cant stand all that junk, With that new starbucks...in the middle of nowhere
And those symbols that you wear, Or sitting the fence to just stare, And those symbols that you wear, Or sitting the fence to just stare
It's all the small things that I hate, Cant stand all that junk, With that new starbucks...in the middle of nowhere
