Could it be, that I'm your fantasy?
I'm everything you need, I'm everything you breath for
For I'm the prodigal son; my battles already won
It's no surprise I'm not wise to my obvious demise
As a personal favour, would you please sign my picture?

On your mark, get set go!
You'd better back off bro, or heads will roll

It seems to me, that all I see is crazy fools and runarounds waiting for an empty seat at your table of acceptance You're so poor, so weak, so dull, so boring Life's a snore

So I'll say it again, I'll make it so easy I won't even try to pretend that I'm him
He's a liar, a hater; a blonde mopped heartbreaker walking around with his personal waiters (one breath later)

On your mark, get set go!
You'd better back off bro, or heads will roll

It seems to me, that all I see is crazy fools and runarounds waiting for an empty seat at your table of acceptance You're so poor, so weak, so dull, so boring Life's a snore

On your mark, get set go!
You'd better back off bro, or heads will roll