Now listen up, you bastards
'Cause we've got something to say
And we sincerely hope we
Interrupt your “busy” day
We've meekly plugged for ages now
This little band of ours
But it seems that no-one gives a shit
So it's time to kick some arse

Your apathy towards our efforts
Drives us up the wall
That we wrote, recorded, and produced
A whole album means bugger all
With zero budget we did more
Than you could prob'ly dream
But you're too busy sharing stupid shit to
Click “like” for us, it seems

CHORUS
Fuck Facebook, fuck Facebook
And the illusion it provides
That there's importance to the minutiae
Of your pointless little lives
Fuck the photos of your dinner
And your status updates too
Fuck your stupid crack-game app requests
And, most of all, fuck you

We don't care your kid said something cute
Guess what? They all do that
And your booze-whore, drunk-ass party pics
Just make you look a twat
That you shared a poll on B.G.T
Contestants means you're sick
'Cause we've made a whole bloody album
You won't share, you heartless pricks

CHORUS
Fuck Facebook, fuck Facebook
And the delusions it inspires
That your daily life is more profound
Than it, at first, transpires
Fuck the videos of your favourite band
Unless, of course, it's us
Fuck your chronic timeline diarrhoea
You tedious sack of pus

In-between #neknominations and those “funny” frapes
This song might sound just like a massive case of sour grapes
The truth, dear friends, is that you're right, well done, have a cigar
Are we pissed that you're ignoring us? YES, WE FUCKING ARE!

CHORUS
Fuck Facebook, fuck Facebook
And the precious time it wastes
It's convinced you that you're more
Than meat with shoes who takes up space
Fuck your nauseating, twee inspiring memes
And your boring “life events”
Fuck your opinions straight from Fox News
And your whiny malcontent

Passive-aggressive comments don't work for us
They just slip by
So we've gone for plain aggressive ones
Now share our stuff or DIE!