Never thought we'd meet again   A young wanna-be and an old has-been   I wish I had a photo of this scene   I've suffered through dependencies   I still have violent tendencies   I could sell my life to "People Magazine"      But I don't care; I don't mind   Just leave me alone or leave me behind   I won't forget the way you let me down   But I've gone underground      So don't come any closer   I might kick you in the nuts   Can't place your face   Can't stand your band   I hate your guts      It's just like Andy Warhol said   Fifteen minutes and a kick in the head   I hope you don't want sympathy from me   There was I time I worshipped you   But now I scrape you off my shoe   I guess that's just the way it's meant to be      And you didn't care, so don't pretend   'Cause you weren't there; you weren't my friend   In the end my only friend's a loaded gun   And I hate everyone      So don't come any closer   I might kick you in the nuts   Can't place your face   Can't stand your band   I hate your guts      Don't come any closer   Don't come any closer   Don't come any closer   Don't come any closer to me