About the fucked up reputation
you gotta get yourself up into the ring
And for the most ridiculous frequencies
(We're) gonna serve you all tonight
When
I shall suggest you to stop reading it like a poetry
When you dance with the tune it's
lousy drums and the noizy frequency
Gonna plug my soul into the Fender amp-jack
Turn up the gain until you hear the feedback
And strum my stratocaster with
D and A
G and E
I'm gonna entertain this night
Struck by the rain that falls into my heart
And then I realized I live to sing
Before you hold up the board with an empty justice
You say Hello when you meet sir
Don't run away without “Sorry”maam
But I don't really give a shit about all the rudeness
As long as I'm up here on the stage
Gonna plug my soul into the Fender amp-jack
Turn up the Gain until you hear the feedback
And strum my stratocaster with
D and A
G and E
I'm gonna entertain your night
Struck by the thunder volt into my heart
And then I realized that I was born to sing