Jackass Anthem

(One, two, three, four!)

The father of the console stepped up to the mic Spitting out

opinions that nobody likes Says if you love the disc and if

you keep the case You've got a mental problem staring in your

face

Well I got news for that guy up on his stage

Trapped inside his corporate golden cage

He thinks he runs the scene,

thinks he knows it all Get ready for the fall!

He's a fucking jackass!

(Jackass!) He's a fucking jackass!

That's what he really is,

a fucking jackass! Throw the plastic on the shelf,

keep it spinning round

We won't let you tear the physical down!

Built the one, built the two,

built the three back then

Walked out the door in two-thousand-and-seven Doesn't even work there,

doesn't draw the pay Still trying to take our disc drives away

He doesn't clock in,

doesn't own the floor So don't come barking at the gamer's door

You had your glory years,

now you've lost the thread Listen to what was said!

He's a fucking jackass!

(Jackass!) He's a fucking jackass!

That's what he really is,

a fucking jackass! Got the boxes stacked up high,

never gonna quit

We don't give a damn about your corporate spit!

(Jackass! Jackass!) Nothing left to say,

nothing left to prove Pack your bags and make your move!

Fucking jackass!

Fucking jackass! Fucking jackass!

Fucking jackass!

Yeah that's what you are!

(Fucking jackass!)