Lyrics:

Baby, innocent
One day gonna be decadent
Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs
Sixteen, little runaway
Running from the Five-O, and got away
From a small town with no scene
Looking for a shot on the big screen

Expectations
Go to hell
Expectations
Go to hell

Not so innocent
On the street hustling
Never be Miss America
In the backseat of a Celica
Crashing with a deadbeat
Living large on a love seat
In a small town, no scene
Turns out it was nothing but a pipe dream

Expectations
Go to hell
Expectations
Go to hell

Rich girl, wannabe
Bought a quick pick for the lottery
Watching TV with her boyfriend
Fell asleep, left the ticket on the nightstand
He stayed awake to see the ball drop
Turned it way down, she never woke up
Grabbed the keys to her car in the back lot
Threw a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot

Expectations
Go to hell
Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs
Expectations
Go to hell
Never be Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs