Pick up the phone
Please, tell me you're home
The monsters are gone
The wardrobe is closed
Where's my guitar?
They hate when I sing
So, f*ck my guitar, yeah
F*ck everything
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
String's on a twist
My ass they can kiss
They're making me sick
Just go suck my dick
No singing past ten
You can't stay in your bed
So, f*ck mom and dad
I'm going real mad
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm