Another Friday night of agitation,
So many people but no conversation,
All the bands they know,
And they’re so outgoing.
Buy your tickets for the execution,
The kids are lined up for a prosecution,
And they’ve hung us all,
On their bedroom walls.
And as entertaining as it is,
Give up the freak show binge,
And rest.
Oh now undertaker,
Looks like we’re getting out to explore,
d**h pop music maker,
Filling hades left to right.
I’ve never seen so many pale males,
But I’m the dullest in this fairytale,
In my khaki crown,
And colourless gown.
Innocent and happy smiles,
So amused and so unaware,
Of d**h.
Oh now undertaker,
Looks like we’re getting out to explore,
d**h pop music maker,
Filling hades left to right