Get To The Back Of The Queue

Get to the back of the queue 
My head's been done in all my life because of people like you

Get to the back of the queue 
With you moaning and whining and crying about whatever little bump in the road has come your way today
You're like a squeaky fucking wheel

And you, you're a leech, leeching pain and then wearing it on your back and dragging it about like some kind of pain snail
Leaving your trail of pain, pain snail 

And it's not a fucking competition 
I don't wanna hear that you went through what I went through except for you it was worse 

Please can I have a moment in time to be in pain without you chipping in, with you you you 

And for once in your life will you get to the back of the fucking queue