You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you'd heard
Of everything... Hell, no!
From Oakland
To Warsaw
Don't you know the kids were all a-wrong
Raise their voices in song -
Air comes out! Air comes out!
I know your style. You've got drastic desires, and sh**
Warm yourself by the fiery stage - fiery cause I lit it
You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you'd heard
Of everything... Hell, no!