Lyrics:

He's a bad mother fucker
16 pairs of shoes in a closet
6 feet deep, and 6 feet wide, and 6 feet high
Blackouts on Thursday
Total blackouts are where it's at
I'm going back to high school
Where I can make out like a cat
It's a shake down
A mental break down
Is this a take down?
We're gonna make out

The band sort of sucks
But the audience sucks too much
I'm going back to high school
Where the audience plays rough

I got myself elected
I got myself rejected
I'm gonna run again