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