Lyrics

He's a bad mother fucker 16 pairs of shoes in a closet 6 feet deep, and 6 feet wide, and 6 feet high Blackouts on Thursday! Total blackouts are where it's at! I'm going back to high school Where I can make out like a cat It's a shake down A mental break down Is this a take down? We're gonna make out The band sort of sucks But the audience sucks too much I'm going back to high school Where the audience plays rough I got myself elected I got myself rejected I'm gonna run again