no sleep 'till fuckneckville
  it's kinda funny, you may not realize it until
  phone calls stop, can't get laid
  you find out where the parties were some time the next day
    one way ticket to seclusion, now you lose it all
  one way ticket to alienation, you're an inside joke
    is everybody supposed to be
  impressed with your ability
  to make us feel less significant than you?
  we're all chippin in to purchase you
  a one way first class ticket outta town.
    millions sold, mega-star
  there's a million assholes with 10 million guitars
  enjoy it now, soon it ends
  suddenly you find yourself without any friends
    one way ticket to isolation, you can hang with you
  you've been given a citation for excessive social faux pa and obnoxiousness
    go ahead keep tellin us your
  15 minute stories about
  what you had for breakfast then for lunch.
  we're all chippin in for one big humble pie
  we're gonna smash it in your face.
    go ahead tell us about your
  last week's sold out concert
  and how your new record's gonna top the charts.
  we don't care about your expenses
  we just wanna have a laugh at your expense.
    Thanks to KenRockot (kjr21@pitt.edu) for these lyrics