So Punk Rock Like Avra Laveeeen
[Intro]
Ooh, E-oh yeah
Amway Arena, Ooh
Yeah
[Chorus]
So punk rock like Avril Lavigne
Leave that mosh pit sparkling
So hood like Justin Bieber
So hood like Justin Bieber
So punk rock like Avril Lavigne
Leave that mosh pit sparkling
So hood like Justin Bieber
Amway Arena
[Verse 1]
Hey you, you can be my girlfriend
And suck dick for money
My lips are tired honey
Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy
And went to sleep an hour later feeling shitty
I have AIDS
I got fucking AIDS
AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, AIDS
AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, AIDS AIDS (AIDS)
There's a punk rock party at the Amway Arena
Mixed with street knowledge that you learned from Justin Bieber
So back up, back up, I need a lot of room
These fart sound effects need auto-tune
I'm a punk rock zombie
Draped in Abercrombie
Selling out shows with a scheme so Ponzie
Auto-tune washing, vocals in the laundry
Auto-tune wieners, Amway Arena
Auto-tune that mosh pit, it sparkles when you wash it
Hamburgers and hedgehogs, they're both so sonic
Justin Bieber, you're so hood, don't murder me
I don't want to die today I'll have your money by this Friday
I got a plan with the auto-tune
So back up dude, I need a lot of room
To auto-tune everything, everything, wash cleaner
Auto-tune hepatitis, auto-tune gonnhorea
Mosh pits with the cleaner sparkles, wash it
Listerine and gargle, squeeze the charcoal
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Hamburgers and hedgehogs, they're both so sonic
An old man dies in a plane crash, it's so ironic
A little too ironic I think
Hamburgers and panthers, I like them both so pink
I sat down and sent Justin Bieber a letter
Asking him if we can be best friends forever
With no reply, contemplating suicide
Spooky spirit in your ears, when you hear it don't fear it
It's the breath of sweet lovely death, yes
But may I please request one last caress
Cell phone camera for ladies dresses followed by violence so senseless
Young and restless, on the guest list, let me rub on that chestise
A confessment, to the J who blesses (praise the J
Look up in the sky
I don't want to die
Just a couple last caresses, that is what my last request is
Now who's gonna clean up all of the messes?
[Chorus]
Ooh, E-oh yeah
Amway Arena, Ooh
Yeah
[Chorus]
So punk rock like Avril Lavigne
Leave that mosh pit sparkling
So hood like Justin Bieber
So hood like Justin Bieber
So punk rock like Avril Lavigne
Leave that mosh pit sparkling
So hood like Justin Bieber
Amway Arena
[Verse 1]
Hey you, you can be my girlfriend
And suck dick for money
My lips are tired honey
Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy
And went to sleep an hour later feeling shitty
I have AIDS
I got fucking AIDS
AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, AIDS
AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, AIDS AIDS (AIDS)
There's a punk rock party at the Amway Arena
Mixed with street knowledge that you learned from Justin Bieber
So back up, back up, I need a lot of room
These fart sound effects need auto-tune
I'm a punk rock zombie
Draped in Abercrombie
Selling out shows with a scheme so Ponzie
Auto-tune washing, vocals in the laundry
Auto-tune wieners, Amway Arena
Auto-tune that mosh pit, it sparkles when you wash it
Hamburgers and hedgehogs, they're both so sonic
Justin Bieber, you're so hood, don't murder me
I don't want to die today I'll have your money by this Friday
I got a plan with the auto-tune
So back up dude, I need a lot of room
To auto-tune everything, everything, wash cleaner
Auto-tune hepatitis, auto-tune gonnhorea
Mosh pits with the cleaner sparkles, wash it
Listerine and gargle, squeeze the charcoal
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Hamburgers and hedgehogs, they're both so sonic
An old man dies in a plane crash, it's so ironic
A little too ironic I think
Hamburgers and panthers, I like them both so pink
I sat down and sent Justin Bieber a letter
Asking him if we can be best friends forever
With no reply, contemplating suicide
Spooky spirit in your ears, when you hear it don't fear it
It's the breath of sweet lovely death, yes
But may I please request one last caress
Cell phone camera for ladies dresses followed by violence so senseless
Young and restless, on the guest list, let me rub on that chestise
A confessment, to the J who blesses (praise the J
Look up in the sky
I don't want to die
Just a couple last caresses, that is what my last request is
Now who's gonna clean up all of the messes?
[Chorus]