Hit Single

Lyrics

Skyscrapers, they get lonely (it's true) I can hear the pope screaming "Oh please, bone me" I have elevator men for friends And everyone wonders why I'm not dead yet Here's why Punk rock, goth rock Death metal, Tom Jones Burn down the new philosophy I am the new hunk choreography I can hear your favorite radio stations laughing at me Even Rupert Murdoch won't steal my CD [?] and life is meaningless But in a couple of years you'll pay to eat my shit But for now I only have elevators for friends I'm repeating myself but let's just play pretend Here we go Move bitch, um, get out of the way Move bitch, get out of the way Move bitch, get out of the way Uh, move bitch, get out of the way Burn down the new philosophy I am the nu-metal choreography I can hear your favorite radio stations laughing at me Even Rupert Murdoch won't steal my CD Oh, oh