Lyrics:

Karen
Back to the audience
Clicking with one hand
Always face the band
Step forward
Foot down the rabbit hole
Beating off the fans
Don't have time for anything
You'll ride
Out like a cannonball
Playing a show
To some hundreds of reptiles
Who lick your silver hands
And say "silver's out of style now, Karen"
Cold call
Dead of the night again
Twisted and turned around
It all becomes a requiem
Lifted and burnt down
And it all becomes a requiem
I love you everyone
Wish I could take you home
Wish I could shake you