Jumping off this cliff into a dream,
Strum these chords so hard I'm snapping strings.
Chuggachunk fifth and metal riffs,
Rocking so hard we're breaking hips,
But now it's up to us to be the change,
And single handedly redeem the scene.
Stages are for bands,
And catwalks are for models.
How'd we ever get these two confused.
Put your girlfriend's pants
Right back where you got them.
I hate to be the one to break the news,
But rock and roll was never meant for you.
Throw your fist up high then pull it down,
Throw us out if we're not underground.
Watching these bands blow up and out,
Headed up north just to make it south.
So now it's up to us to be the voice
Of giving every fan another choice.
Stages are for bands,
And catwalks are for models.
How'd we ever get these two confused.
Put your girlfriend's pants
Right back where you got them.
I hate to be the one to break the news,
But rock and roll was never meant for you.
I wanna look into your eyes and not just see the dollar signs,
I want a tiny glimpse into your soul.
The songs that my band loves to sing
Are not just songs for marketing,
They belong to you to love and hold.
Stages are for bands,
And catwalks are for models.
How'd we ever get these two confused.
Put your girlfriend's pants
Right back where you got them.
I hate to be the one to break the news,
But rock and roll was never meant for you.