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