Over You

Jump back
Ooh, ooh

Over you, over you
It's time to get back in line cuz we've made up our minds
Over you

You think you sound and look so cool
And we're a bunch of freaks and fools
You think you have got it all
Well now prepare yourself to fall
It's your last call

Over you, over you
It's time to get back in line cuz we've made up our minds
Over you

Think you're the centre of the scene
You'll be a blip on no ones screen
Your shit just makes us wanna yell
Well here's where wе say go to hell
And what's that smell?

Over you, ovеr you
Your kind's been redefined, yeah, we've made up our minds
Over you

Killer guitar

Come on everybody, come on. It's time for the rise of the freaks, the geeks, the individuals, and the weirdos. And it's about goddamn time, too. Because if everyone who feels like they don't fit in, every mother fucker who lives a little on the outside, stands up and shouts, really fucking TRIES to make an impact, then we can change this boring, sterile shit into something beautiful. And we're not just talkin' neither! This shit is gonna start right here, right fucking now with Robin Fucking Black, and Killer Ky, the Creep, the Kidd, and the one they call Starboy, AND WITH YOU! We're gonna knock this shit down, and we're gonna start all over again. Be warned, fuckers, we're OVER YOU!