Noone Knows I'm Bad

I´ve got this secret that noone really knows.
If wimpness is a potion then I got a heavy dose.
People think I´m a loser and a bore.
But in my home I´m hard to the core.

I´m drinking in my room and I´m surfing on the net.
Acting macho and the keyboard´s getting wet.
This room is my playgroud where I set the tone.
In here a dork can be bad to the bone.

I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT `EM UP.
POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP.
I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD.
BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I´M BAD.

I wear my leather when the door is locked.
And dreams of stealing girls from that football jock.
Guess I have to stick with my girlie mag.
And let everyone think that I´m a fag.

I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT `EM UP.
POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP.
I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD.
BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I´M BAD.