Status Doom

Sing a long ding-dong, let's have it your way.

Chop, chop, here we go, day by day,

Here comes the maniac, hooray!

Watch out, be my guest, move aside.

I'm the better man, it cannot be denied

I know you you should be petrified.

Yeah, here comes the maniac (here comes the maniac)

Hooligan to the max (hooligan to the max)

Your status is doomed

A god damn son of a gun

No need to say what is already known

Status doom

You know I'm right, but you don't care

(You don't care, you don't care)

You son of a gun

No need to say what is already known

Status doom

You know I'm right

But you don't care

(You don't care, you don't care)

Status doom

Better kick up the open door

Pull the trigger

Your face is ready to blow

Oh, off we go

You, should have known better

Should I spell out the letters

Spell out the letters for you