Hey kids, do you wanna do what I do?
I got sick, got kicked out of high school
I guess then, I kinda got arrested
With a car and a chase and a drug test
These days, they don't wanna be near that
'Cause if you're selling records they don't wanna hear that
Clean cut, we do it like disney

Well adjusted, trusted, trust me
Party anthems get them dancing
Well I'm the king of second chancin'
Airbrushed, shiny, notoriety
They disappear into the back to go and get high-ity

Hey! Ho!
Where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong
Alright!
Hey! Ho!
Here's to all the zeroes!
And every misfit
And all my down and outs

You don't sing, you got a young look so
It's nothing autotune can't fix though
Mtv don't play videos
And no guitars are allowed on the radio
These days, I kinda just pretend so
I guess I don't mind, it depends though
Get stuck to every innuendo
But it doesn't seem to matter in the end so
They say "where's the next hit, baby? "

God, how could I top 'call me maybe'?
I'm delirious, she's bi-curious
Let's disappear into the back to go and get serious
[Josh:] "hallelujah" up for ransom
Cash value for #anthems
Sing it now!
[Matt, mike, ian:] "hallelujah" up for ransom

Cash value for #anthems
Woa-ooh!
OOh, yeah yeah yeah!
I sing "hallelujah"! Hallelujah! Yeah, yeah!
Hey, ho! Where did all the good go?
Hey, ho!
Where'd the rock and roll go?
Ohh ooh, yeahh