Every day starts off the same
I wake up looking for my brain
It's not at the beach
It's not in my bed
The panic sets in that I might be dead
Someone call 9-1-1
Mirror mirror on the wall
Will I pass out in the bathroom stall?
I write the songs that no one sings
You got no idea of the pressure that brings
Someone call LA Times
Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dyin'
Like the punk scene
So who's the lucky one tonight?
Don't know what I want
But I know what I like
Someone call Elvira
Rebel becomes routine
And now you're dyin' like the punk scene
1, 2, 3, 4
Someone call 911
Rebel becomes routine
And now you're dyin' like the punk scene
And now you're dyin' like the punk scene
