Verse #1:
He plays acoustical guitar
And not even that great
His friends fight all his battles
To music, he's A waste
And even though he thinks he's screamo
I have to give him credit
He'd humiliate himself
And forget to mention it

Chorus:
Jeremy thinks my screamo's sellout
Jeremy has no class at all
Jeremy thinks he's superior
When he's taking the biggest fall

Verse #2:
Maybe one day he'll ghet A clue
And learn how to label music
Then he can fight his own wars
Because hate, he'll have to get used to
Tomorrows A new day
Maybe then he'll earn some respect
Until that time I laugh
Because he's such A stupid prick

Repeat chorus

Refrain:
When he speaks, he speaks and stumbles… It's so cold in here, they fucking tremble!
There isn't A fan alive, of this guy!
At least one that passed first grade!
None of them even seem to blink. Because they're drones!
Now tell me, they keep e-mailing me… What the fuck is going on!

Repeat chorus

End:
Jeremy… Can't fight… His own… War!