Yeah kids this is really all a front, we ain't really a bunch of punks, Just a band of hard up queens who squirmed our way into your damn scene! We want your digits, emails or cards Phone numbers come in handy when we play your town Desperation kicks in now & then So we'll be sure to approach you with a paper and a pen We're desperate yeah so f**ing desperate Can't you see through the lies We came to work you, don't you like the disguise Can't you tell we're a bunch of fakes