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!