Die, Vedder
You, object of all my hate

Cuz you, object of all her love

Yeah it's you, you she's thinking of



Teen idol, you're ruining my life



Looming larger than life

You never give a chance

To an average Joe Schmoe like myself

And I get tired

You've got your millions, so why take her?



You got all that nice long hair

But you don't even know her

So why does she care about you?

It should be me she's thinking of