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!