Hey, hey, hey, yeah, we had everything, vinyl and mono
And we looked the other way, man, we were so dumb
Is this the part in the book that you wrote
Where I've gotta come and save the day?
Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, they say that rock is dead and they're probably right
99 girls in the pit, did it have to come to this?

Now God, you owe me one more song
So I can prove to you that I'm so much better than him
Now God, please listen fast, here comes the crash
We're gonna rise above, we've gotta smash it up
You won't abandon us again

Hey, give us brilliant boys that we wanna fuck, woman
Full of ecstasy, hard drugs and bad luck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, turn the lights back on
You burn so hard but you won't burn long

'Cause three chords in your pocket tonight, are you, you the one
With the spark to bring my punk rock back? I don’t think so

Now God, I wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say, that you're sorry again
Oh God, you owe me one more song
So I could prove to you that I'm so much better than him

Now God, I'd give you anything
To hear you say, that I was right and you were wrong
Now God, before I leave this life, now an eight ball isn’t love
A hooker’s never gonna come, just give it back to me
Blow out all of the lights tonight, aw, oh yeah

Two million miles down the PCH and now he's gone
I slashed his tires, I bled his brakes, it had to be done
Their hand job lies were just too cruel, yeah, mercy was done
We drowned them all in their swimming pools
Run away, run away, run away, yeah

Now God, I wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say, that you were wrong again
Now God, I wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say, that I am so much better than him
Now God, you owe us one more song
Get out of my life, see this world as it really is

Is it just a sad slide show, can't make a hooker come
And an eight ball isn’t love, I need one thing that’s divine
Let me hear it tonight, let me hear it tonight, I've gotta hear it tonight
You're gonna let me hear the last chords tonight, yeah