So I may never be on MTVnPromoting my band or a platinum CDnYou tell give up, quit kid you're not an artistnYou're a no-talent prick when you try you're hardest.nThis is itnTonight's the nightnThis is itnBurn up insidenn(Chorus)nYou Doubted Me; I want to hear you screamnI'll cut your throat and watch you bleed.nNow my hand just won't stop shakingnAnd it's your life that Im takingnSo you didn't believe in menHere's a stab wound 1,2,3nYou'll see me on TV nYou Doubted MennAll I ever wanted was some attention a good luck kid would relieve the tension.nYou bailed on me for your Internet whorenHanded me the shit guitar and locked the door.nThis is itnTonight's the nightnThis is itnBurn up insidenn(Chorus)nnCan't wait till I meet Ryan Seacrest with his dick in Rick Dee's assnThen I'll fin Joan Rivers and Ill punch them in the facenIn the facenInterviewed by random losersnSci-fi geeks and drug abusersnAll saying they like my songsnBut I'm too drunk to carenDrunk to carenn(Chorus)