Oh, it doesn't matter what you think of us Oh, we aren't beholden to the idiots of Oz, ow Post-boredom couldn't get me higher than I am Look, here comes the Mistress of the destructive one-liner Couldn't give a damn about the Idiots of Oz Oh, ow Oh, oh What do we think? Oh, it doesn't matter what you think of us Oh, but you still think of us Oh, we aren't beholden to the idiots of Oz, ow Oh, make your name, steal a thought Don't think anybody else Sticks and stones in the trunk Keep your feelings to yourself Or ego trip through the streets Only break for the applause And for the idiots of Oz Stand up, (ow), sell-out It doesn't matter what you think about, hey Stand up, (oh), sell-out It doesn't matter what you think (Oh, idiots of Oz) Stand up, (ow), sell-out, (oh) It doesn't matter what you think about Stand up, (ow), sell-out, (oh) It doesn't matter what you think about Stand up, sell-out (Oh) It doesn't matter what you think of us (It doesn't matter what you think of us) Stand up, doesn't matter what you think of us (Oh) Sell-out (It doesn't matter what you think of us) It doesn't matter what you think of us (Oh) It doesn't matter what you think of us (It doesn't matter what you think of us) It doesn't matter what you think of us, ow Oh, it doesn't matter what you think of us