Vārdi: Pink Spiders. Teenage Graffiti. Saturday Nite Riot.

Hey, hey, this is everything today
You've got nothing to complain about
You've got nothing to say
So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet, yeah

'Cause baby I'm not standin' in your way
We could paint this city red
Or we could drown it out in gray
If Friday night is a bust, Saturday is a riot, yeah

Oh Emily, oh, I love you for your apathy
How you sell it in your diary
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery

Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy
And you think you got it worse than me
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy

Hey, hey, girl, you're driving me insane
You're obnoxious when they're pretty
You're ecstatic when they're plain
But this is my design, this is my roller coaster, yeah

And you said I won't be happy 'til I'm dead
But I told you once before
And girl I meant it when I said
I don't wanna be close, I just wanna be closer, yeah

Oh Emily, oh, I love you for your apathy
How you sell it in your diary
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery

Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy
And you think you got it worse than me
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy

All alone and very ordinary
When your duress is now your sanctuary
You've got it wrong but I've never been the type
To walk away so fast

'Cause there's no way out
Until I shout

Oh Emily, I only love you for your apathy
How you sell it in your diary
It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery

Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy
And you think you got it worse than me
But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy