Happy Camper Lyrics - Heavy As A Really Heavy Thing - Strapping Young Lad

you pretentious fucking losers 

you've got nothing at all 

you've got your fingers in your asshole 

and your hand on the call 

and you talk such fucking horseshit 

that it's hard to believe 

that you almost make careers out of being naive 

you, you are a fucker coz you sold my guitar 

you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars 

you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid shit 

I've got a better line in pocket lint 

than what you've done with it 

so if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend 

then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending, 

and now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper? 

why yes, I have become a fucking happy camper! 

I hate your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair, 

I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere 

because it's use is just the same as what I shit into the bowl 

just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole 

I hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right 

I hate that when it's down you run instead of fight 

I'm set to think you lot in life to test the stronger ones 

will just require some chicken shit and also sneakers for the run. 

I dig it away, the shit you puked instead of swallowed, 

in an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load, 

so when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper, 

and yes, I will become a fucking happy camper! 

stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane 

wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again 

where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick, 

your flaw will send, the shit you call your business 

to the place that is your end 

stuck in the winter, cold and wet, 

your stupid friends have come and went 

and you've left behind your idiot job, 

and it's far from a prize, you fucking dink 

...your'e a fucking dink... yeah! 

...how's this for punk? dink!!! 

...suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a human being... 

you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot 

of balls to dick with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo ghetto 

"boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta" 

wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! thank christ you don't 

have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to 

intimidate others, shit for brains. shut the fuck up, and get out of 

your parent's house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake, 

quit being such a fucking sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!... dink. 

I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory 

and I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story 

and this whole l.a. rock thing 

that the malls are buying up 

it doesn't work, it doesn't work, 

it's so inbred I might throw up... 

and now I'm put into the middle 

with the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up 

hearing "hey, man, punk... let's have more punk!" 

so here I am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell, 

that either way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell 

so if you've got the gall to take this shit blown up your ass 

and youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in mass 

then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper 

I'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper. 

yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk 

the smaller points so I can give it all and save you work 

you say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper... 

well then, fuck, 

...I guess I am a fucking 

...happy 

...fucking 

...camper.