so keep your hands and legs inside the ride and take it slow
we're out to blow your mind
i'm like a dead popstar in a magazine
i'm anyone left lost in quarantine
with pro tools cutting up the hit machine
puked my heart out on the asphalt
don't think you're cut out for this
cause i can't stop myself
tell me what else could go wrong
i got a knife in my back and a song to scream
i watch the walls cave in
it's like that in the middle of this party scene
puked my heart out on the asphalt
don't think you're cut out for this
cause i can't stop myself
tell me what else could go wrong
you're such a fucking hypocrite
i'm feeling so delinquent and all degenerate
cause i can't stop myself
tell me what else could go wrong
cause i can't stop myself
tell me what else could go wrong
thanks for coming to the show