You lost your serve.

You lost your swing.

You thought you'd heard

Of everything... Hell, no!



From Oakland

To Warsaw,

Don't you know the kids were all a-wrong.

Raise their voices in song -

Air comes out! Air comes out!



I know your style. You've got drastic desires, and shit.

Warm yourself by the fiery stage - fiery cause I lit it.



You lost your serve.

You lost your swing.

You thought you'd heard

Of everything... Hell, no!