i’m the superstar of this little bar concentrate on every word i say my voice amplified i’m a stereotype a singing swinging cliche raise your fist up into the air pump the metal sign to the beat of the snare jump up and down like you just don’t care we’ll get high and take pills loose ourselves in cheap thrills and rock like the world’s gunna end tomorrow feel like god tonight under purple lights when i sing i make the girlies swoon from atop the stage spout suburban rage while my band play half a step out of tune raise your fist up into the air pump the metal sign to the beat of the snare jump up and down like you just don’t care we’ll get high and take pills loose ourselves in cheap thrills and rock like the world’s gunna end tomorrow
