Pick up the phone
Please, tell me you’re home
The monsters are gone
The wardrobe is closed
Where’s my guitar
They hate when I sing
So, **** my guitar, yeah
**** everything

Mmmm mmmm (x2)

String’s on a twist
My ass they can kiss
They’re making me sick
Just, go suck my dick
No, singing past ten
You can’t stay in your bed
So, **** mom and dad
I’m going real mad

Mmmm mmmm (x4)