Vārdi:
Roper Brace Yourself For The Mediocre

On the back of the schoolbus singing, "I Love Rock and Roll" put another dime in the jukebox, Let the Good Times Roll Grab the back of a Buick Skylark

crank these amps up to eleven [Chorus:] All our lives we've kept the meaning hidden deep inside All our lives were somehow made for this, to amplify

I've been taking the wrong way just so I won't fall for you. Every time I hear your voice, it just cleaves my heart in two Like a kamikaze strapped with

with his perfect arms around you stabbing my heart through If he wouldn't punch my face in, I'd say to you... See the sunlight shining through he just isn't good for

Jade brilliance emerald lies Each glimmer must fade and die This gift of sight this glorious blight I don't want these distractions no compromise for

aura, this electricity I'm being haunted by spectres of what might be of imperfections, of nearness to beauty As life butchers, so sweet yet so sickening we have betrayed, for

from drowning Kwinn turns to Snake Eyes, and winks his eye the water's getting higher, gotta make a break or die Cross yourself for the Virgin Mary don