This neighborhood has crashed and burned, I brought death to them all through a home-made hurricanenArmed with scissors, fire and booze, nI wiped this goth town clean, and left a pool of mascara and bloodnLittle miss evil, didn't someone tell you that you life its more than just bats and graveyards, you dream of Marilyn but just like Cave In said,nthe reality check is in the mailnnLast call, first wave, they should have called you, everything is up for sale nownnReality is a bitter pill you swallow to grow up, I guess by now you should have known you've all been fuckednThese so-called freaks are signing multi-million dollar deals, bats and graveyards are obviously up for salenSo never mind the fact that you are haunted 'cause all of you ghosts have sneaker brands and cribs in the hillnI guess your checks have bounced, still you sing along, well misery loves company