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