Tonight across town there's a party going down

You're not invited yet you seem so excited

Your going anyway You said it's time they're going to pay

For all their ridicule you're going to kill the cool kids

You tried so hard to please them

But now you're going to beat an apology out of them all

You'll be their God as they plead and crawl

And they'll say you always were friends

But the're lying to survive and you're laughing as they're crying they're sorry

You're the Death of the Party

No party favors just your trusty straight razor

Fucking won't equal fun until they make out with your gun

Blood red letter sweater they thought they were so much better

The entire cheerleader squad stripped and gutted on the front lawn

You tried so hard to please them

but you just had to feed them to your demon that lives inside

Who forced you to do this tonight

And now the cops are coming and there ain't no way you're running

Or ever going to say that you're sorry

Your the Death of the Party