I thought our love was tru-u-u-u-ue

Wanted to find another guy

Who plays guitar just like you do-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

Now I’m really over it

I want someone new

And you may be jealous

But what is is there to do

I’m in love with a rockstar

And he’s so good at the guita-a-a-a-ar

I’m in love with a rockstar

And in bed we’ll go so fa-a-a-a-ar

The first time I saw him

He was texting by the ba-a-a-a-ar

You were standing next to me

I wouldn’t stray too far

Next thing I know

He’s with the band that opened for The Queers

He turned my frown into a grin

And happiness from tears

I’m in love with a rockstar

And he’s so good at the guita-a-a-a-ar

I’m in love with a rockstar

And in bed we’ll go so fa-a-a-a-ar

I’m in love with a rockstar

And he’s so good at the guita-a-a-a-ar

I’m in love with a rockstar

And our love will go so fa-a-a-a-ar

To take her home requires the presence of a mohawk

If you wanna hear her scream in agonizing pleasure

Keep it up and she’ll provide you with her pussy treasure

Spike up the hawk

Get her in bed

Spike up the hawk

She’ll give you head

Spike up the hawk

Mess her up

Spike up the hawk

She wanta a hot fuck

Don’t expect the hair to stand when she is through with you

Hmm, imagine all the things that you would wanna do

Show her all your magic till the sun comes brightly up

She wants it now, so give it now, your sexy mohawk fuck

Spike up the hawk

Get her in bed

Spike up the hawk

She’ll give you head

Spike up the hawk

Mess her up

Spike up the hawk

She wants a hot fuck

Spike up the hawk

Uh huh more more

Spike up the hawk

She’s your whore

Spike up the hawk

It’s almost there

Spike up the hawk

Love the hair

Hanging round a grave

When I told this to my mommy

She broke into screaming rage

Listen to these words, my friends

Cause truth is when I die

I wanna be a body

That the scientists can buy

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Don’t need to buy a coffin for me

Wanna lie in a laboratory

When I rest in peace

Eternally clammy is my story

As my years increase

Listen to these words, my friends

Cause truth is when I die

I wanna be a body

That the scientists can buy

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Don’t need to buy a coffin for me

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Mom, I wanna be a cadaver

Don’t need to buy a coffin for me

Rest me in the lab eternally

I am overly excited to be posting my totally awesome original lyrics on this strange thing you people call the internet.

Well, well, well. I hope you have loads of fun reading and analyzing my deep, meaningful lyrics.

Remember, don’t be too harsh on me, for I did put my heart and soul into writing these. Note the sarcasm.

Enjoy, suckas!