Get your freak on, get your boogie on
Come on children, time to sing a song
Come on Jimmy, time to get along
Everybody knows there is no redemption
Tell a friend, tell a ghost you’re nuts
Everybody sayin’ such and such
I don’t really wanna learn that much
Sticks and stones may brake my bones
I steal your words and write this song
I won’t turn my cheek
It won’t make me king
Get your money, get your pockets full
Get a lighter burn it all you fool
Stop the act and start acting cool
I bring a zombie to your fucking brainstorm
The sex is good, that’s why I’m codependent
The labels suck, that’s why I’m independent
Fuck you fuckers, sorry that’s my Tourette’s
Sticks and stones may brake my bones
I steal your words and write this song
I won’t turn my cheek
It won’t make me king
Until you die
Don’t let go
I won’t turn my cheek
It won’t make me king
