Song Lyrics

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking.
I ain't listening, listening.

How many times did you tell me I was wrong
But I didn't listen to you and I only stayed strong
In a world where people don't hang on too long
I belong, I belong
Prove me wrong, Prove me wrong

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking, I ain't listening, listening.

Out come the wolves in the lunar light
Final flight you're wrong, I'm right
Talk to me straight man, but be polite
You hear my scream cause this one bites

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking, I ain't listening, listening.

I'm Matt Freeman I'm coming in quick
I got a 6-4 Merc and a clutch that won't slip
I don't give a god damn what they say
I'm born and raised in the East Bay.

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking, I ain't listening, listening.

I take chances that most won't take, right
I get knocked down I won't break
Get it clear and make no mistake
This town's filled with rattlesnakes

Black, brown, white we're all punk rock
We're the kings of the low income block
Worn out sneakers skinheads mohawk
When we all get together yeah the music won't stop

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking, I ain't listening

Timothy (usa) Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen, Roger Matthew Freeman