| I don't listen much to reason, everybody wants to be here, Santa Claus has lost his mind | |
| Easter Bunny's not a rabbit, tricks are made for kids until, pseudo-psycho man tells you to fly | |
| Everyone just ran around just playing games with anti-socials, no one ever taught you how to fall | |
| I don't listen much to of you, everyone's a fucking psycho, no one ever taught you how to call | |
| Take it off and shoot it up and show me how, ya used to fly | |
| Take it off and shoot up and show me how, ya used to die | |
| Everyone around you superstar, they can mother fucking die | |
| I don't give a damn about what you think, all the pseudo-psychos hippies always stink | |
| No one else here brought up questions till you flied, no one gave you any sex until you cried | |
| Trying to be a superstar | |
| Superstars lie |