Teen Heat

I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse

C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva

Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper

Your song is gold like the color of piss [x2]

The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh oh oh..oh oh)

With singles until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh)

He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar

To polish into a superstar

Finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love

Turns it into a commercial

Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper

Your song is gold like the color of piss [x2]

He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs

He mingles with the band

His moustache made of vines

A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!)

Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!)

A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!)

A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!)

And when he steals your teen heat

It sounds a lot like...

So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit

Because the kids are spoiled rich

And they don't know shit from shit