He's sitting down behind her
I see him with that anger
Attends the family functions
Talks to himself, restraining eruption
"i hate you mom, i hate you dad
I hate myself, ..."

He's good, yeah he's good
'cause he really, really thinks that
He's good, yeah he's good
'cause he really, really thinks that
He's good, yeah he's good
'cause he really, really hates dad
He's good, yeah he's good
'cause he really, really hates dad
He's good

They say that he is a genius
But he is too ... to believe it
And after all he's to say
He's never had a friend,
Even a friend he could hate
Because he's dumb,
Because he's sick,
Because he's so great