Kiss and kill your boyfriend

And all rich ones, too

Rich kids of the world unite

Dime on the bleachers

Head says not that far away

Bu the only way up is down

And i keep falling

Flip it again, but the answer

Hasn't spared its change

Doesn't matter how much time

You'll never forget that forgetting's required

Served on a platter of fakes

It's inevitable

We're proud to be pricks

We're proud to be assholes

Picking up the pieces one by one

Don't let it ride

Answer, someone, anyone

Won't you pick up the pieces

You left behind?