Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah woah!nnIt's never meant to benJust stop and go on homenThey'll never get a breaknNever thrown a bonennThe singer is too vainnAnd has a baby's tonguenAnd the band needs to learnnHow to write a fucking songnn[CHORUS]nOh where’d they go from herenWhen will they be homenOh god I don’t believe itnAre you sure you didn’t dream itnWhere’d they go from herenWhen will they be homenI’m sure that I’m not dreamingnOh my god am I still breathingnnI’d love to watch them dancenIf I didn’t have my earsnBut it kind of turns me onnAnd maybe that’s my biggest fearnnThat I love to hate lovenA jealous chord reprisednI want it in my pantsnTill my pussy starts to dienn[CHORUS]nnLalalalalala [x4]nn[CHORUS x 2]nnWhere’d they go from herenWhen will they be homenI’m sure that I’m not dreamingnOh my god am I still breathing