[Hook] After the Havoc that I am going to leave No more words will have critics have to speak [Verse 1] Sing me a swan song, I'm goin punk John Rotten Over Cuomo, Malcolm, Duck Rock, G.G. Allin Suicide, tenth month Trick or treat, who are you supposed to be... son? Who, me? ... Never Sorry Mike Cera but sk**s aren't there a- -pparently geek but the speech be terror Jones, the man in the mirror Die with the king like pharaoh, too soon? Never- -mind, the brolics, McLaren No not again, is he gon' ever fall off? No... next question No resurrection, a rose on his necktie Elevator up, tell Orville I said hi, bye Waving, cane on Looking up up and away with my cape off Gone [Hook] [Verse 2] Sing me a swan song, Gandolfini Don't stop believing, black screen me Series finale, Jimmy go bye bye Don't cry for me Madonna, I'm fine It's another Sunday morning like a Lionel hit Another 15 minutes in my biopic Joachim, give those whiskers a tiny trim Put this took on, and start rhymin in a higher pitch Tell Affleck it's time to film We only got one take, roll sound I'm drownin in a river outside of the Viper While fleein Winona Ryder's ex Sing about Stipe, like, whichever Phoenix you're a fan of Wolfgang, rock me Amadeus Decisive, swan song, sing one I'm tired, time to go to bed Brian Wilson [Hook] I've seen a lot of valleys I've seen a lot of peaks I've seen the bitter with the sweet Victory and defeat Sometimes I fell But a voice kept sayin "Son"