Tattoos, the shoes, the kick-ass lip rings.
I love the way the crowd always sings.
To songs and dreams that connect feelings.
We're not alone, oh, we're not alone.

Bottles of water, and feelin' big.
Meeting the hot girls after our gig.
Buyin' our cd's and gettin' our signatures.
Oh, it's so fucked up.


CHORUS:
Break it down one more time.... (2x)

You'll be sorry when you see me
singin' on the T.V.
rollin' in my Cadi
with my punk rock beauty...

You'll be sittin' with your boyfriend
workin' at a Subway
recently unemployed and
wishin' that ya had me..

'Cause he's a fuckin' loser, you'll never understand. (2x)


Crowd surfin' bros wearin' Dickies.
Mosh pittin' people gettin' ripped T's.
All of the hunnies, wearin' their short plaid skirts.
Oh, we all fit in.

We're rockin' hard up on the main stage.
Everyone's jumpin' in a fit of rage.
Everyone's loving, havin' lots of fun.
I hope they know it's gonna be a fuckin' long run.


CHORUS