Chorus : Brunette is the new Blonde Noise is the new Song King is the new Kong Right is The new Wrong x 3 I got drugged, robbed and was left for dead, and all i got is this stupid song.
Verse 1 : Cover up your faith, no time to celebrate, right here with my six saints, no battle for success,
We lost boys we lost dogs we lost cause you lost boss We stand there, kinder-struck, you've been rolled over : pick up truck
I'm not the king, i stole the crown, i hate the queen, i stole the throne. Forest people Olympic Adoption Chevalien Ophthalmic Distortion English : so you won't have to pardon my french, No one's in charge here, we got a game based on staying on a bench.
Chorus x 2
Verse 2 : C.H.E.V Alien Soon Half Americanadian Half Cow Boy Half Indian Shenanigans for my ShenaniGangs
The Flawless foreign forest that is farther than the far east you'll be amazed like a tourist when our Fortress rises like mist. Lack of six pack, but i got six swabs, in my thin back, dressed like twist lads Heaven for the Heathens, not even close to call it even Triple scarves on, from the lift to the Scaffold, Soundcrown gone, suicide with a smile on.
Leave last Die Lone Lost boys do it lame Leave Last Die Lone Lost boys do in Vain
Chorus x 2
Bridge : Finger on the trigger but only water in my pistol, glue all over my scissors, dirt and sand over my shoulders but my words are made of powder, and my wounds are made of colors, i won't whisper any louder - today power does not matter.
Outro : At the end of the world I'll be rolling my blunt in that thin green paper we once called the Dollar. x 4