Back By popular Demand

theater, electro-swing, modern showtune, power ballad, male singer

V4.5

[Intro]
Welcome home—
Now let’s see the mess I missed,
The fame, the shame, the slit-wrist twist.
I’ve been gone, but hell still speaks—
And my name’s still etched in the bathroom leaks.

You missed me?
Or just the scandalous flair?
The fall from grace in designer wear?
I’m not the villain you paid to fear—
I’m the narrator of your worst year.

[Instrumental Solo]

[Verse 1 Rapid Fire]
Nuns with nose jobs, priests with cams,
Blessed be the OnlyFans.
(Forgive me, father) – for my clout,
Made a sin trend, then sold it out.

Pride parade with a corporate float,
Rainbow’s fine, long as you vote.
(Ally chic) – dollars divine,
Preach acceptance, dodge the line.

Pop star protest, tear-streaked eyes,
While assistants write their cries.
(“We care deeply”) – PR spin,
Now pass the mic to the mannequin.

Freedom sold in six-week chunks,
Scripted rage, designer funks.
(Fake woke wars) – headlines burn,
Truth gets taxed, but not your turn.

MeToo banners in studio lots,
While casting couches still stay hot.
(Fake tears roll) – justice waits,
If you’re pretty and sell out dates.

[Chorus]
Back by popular demand! (Whoo!)
Set the stage, let the freaks expand!
Danced through fire in snakeskin boots,
Now I’m here—yeah, roll the flutes!

Back by popular demand! (Whoo whoo whoo!)
Sold-out madness, built by hand.
Gold teeth grinnin’, I sign with spit,
Got rich off the hissy fits.

Back by popular demand! (Whoo!)
Every "fuck you" was part of the plan.
Blew the script, still took a bow—
Say my name, I’ll show you how.

Back by popular demand—

[Guitar Solo]
(Back by popular… back by popular…)
(Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
Back By Popular Demand!

[Verse 2]
Flew first class just to catch a sunrise,
City below me like a stage in lights.
Met a kid with my lyrics tattooed—
Said they stuck around ‘cause I always do.

Passed by statues, painted skies,
Shook hands with rebels in cheap disguise.
Said “thank you” more than I ever planned—
Guess I’m learning how to be that man.

Walked through cities I only dreamed,
Heard a stranger play my song on keys.
Didn’t know what to say, just smiled—
They called it hope, I called it wild.

A fan once cried, “you saved my life,”
I joked it back—“just sang it right.”
But damn if that don’t make me pause…
I’m more than noise. I’ve got a cause.

[Chorus]
Back by popular demand (Whoo!)
Did you miss me runnin' riot through your program? (Whoo whoo!)
Back by popular demand (Whoo!)
Still the jester with a match and a gas can
Tell the critics they can cram (Yeah!)
Tell the censors I don’t give a damn (Say it!)
I’m the king of the "Screw your plan"
Back by popular demand!

[Bridge]
Still the guy with the crooked crown,
Mic in hand, burnin’ castles down.
You preach peace with a boot on necks—
I see through it all and I ain’t impressed.

Fake woke, fake deep, fake smile for the cam—
You ain’t brave, you’re just brandin’ spam.
You say what’s safe and call it bold,
But rebels never do what they’re told.

You want saints in glitter and gloss,
I bring sermons through the static and dross.
So here’s the truth with a bloody grin—
I won’t bow just to fit in.

[Chorus – Final Round]
Back by popular demand (Whoo!)
Still a thorn in the side of your think tank plan (Whoo whoo!)
Back by popular demand (Whoo!)
From the dive bar floor to the headline stand
Still too loud, too brash, too damn
real
No script, no leash, no deal
We’re the echo you can’t ban
Back by popular demand!

[Outro]
[Big instrumental build-up with crowd cheers rising]
(Da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaamn!)
Still Damien, still flawed, still proud—
Still shoutin' the things you’re not allowed.
You want clean? You want tame?
Sorry, babe—
Satanic Panic ain't playin' that game.
[Spoken: low and playful]
Same crown. Sharper teeth.
And I’m still smilin’.
[Big crashing finish]

[Outro]
[Big instrumental build-up with crowd cheers rising]
Da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaamn!
Still Damien, still flawed, still proud—
Still shoutin' the things you’re not allowed.
You want clean? You want tame?
Sorry, babe—
Satanic Panic ain't playin' that game.
[Spoken: low and playful]
Same crown. Sharper teeth.
And I’m still smilin’.

[Instrumental Outro]

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[Intro] Welcome home— Now let’s see the mess I missed, The fame, the shame, the slit-wrist twist. I’ve been gone, but hell still speaks— And my name’s still etched in the bathroom leaks. You missed me? Or just the scandalous flair? The fall from grace in designer wear? I’m not the villain you paid to fear— I’m the narrator of your worst year. [Instrumental Solo] [Verse 1 Rapid Fire] Nuns with nose jobs, priests with cams, Blessed be the OnlyFans. (Forgive me, father) – for my clout, Made a sin trend, then sold it out. Pride parade with a corporate float, Rainbow’s fine, long as you vote. (Ally chic) – dollars divine, Preach acceptance, dodge the line. Pop star protest, tear-streaked eyes, While assistants write their cries. (“We care deeply”) – PR spin, Now pass the mic to the mannequin. Freedom sold in six-week chunks, Scripted rage, designer funks. (Fake woke wars) – headlines burn, Truth gets taxed, but not your turn. MeToo banners in studio lots, While casting couches still stay hot. (Fake tears roll) – justice waits, If you’re pretty and sell out dates. [Chorus] Back by popular demand! (Whoo!) Set the stage, let the freaks expand! Danced through fire in snakeskin boots, Now I’m here—yeah, roll the flutes! Back by popular demand! (Whoo whoo whoo!) Sold-out madness, built by hand. Gold teeth grinnin’, I sign with spit, Got rich off the hissy fits. Back by popular demand! (Whoo!) Every "fuck you" was part of the plan. Blew the script, still took a bow— Say my name, I’ll show you how. Back by popular demand— [Guitar Solo] (Back by popular… back by popular…) (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!) Back By Popular Demand! [Verse 2] Flew first class just to catch a sunrise, City below me like a stage in lights. Met a kid with my lyrics tattooed— Said they stuck around ‘cause I always do. Passed by statues, painted skies, Shook hands with rebels in cheap disguise. Said “thank you” more than I ever planned— Guess I’m learning how to be that man. Walked through cities I only dreamed, Heard a stranger play my song on keys. Didn’t know what to say, just smiled— They called it hope, I called it wild. A fan once cried, “you saved my life,” I joked it back—“just sang it right.” But damn if that don’t make me pause… I’m more than noise. I’ve got a cause. [Chorus] Back by popular demand (Whoo!) Did you miss me runnin' riot through your program? (Whoo whoo!) Back by popular demand (Whoo!) Still the jester with a match and a gas can Tell the critics they can cram (Yeah!) Tell the censors I don’t give a damn (Say it!) I’m the king of the "Screw your plan" Back by popular demand! [Bridge] Still the guy with the crooked crown, Mic in hand, burnin’ castles down. You preach peace with a boot on necks— I see through it all and I ain’t impressed. Fake woke, fake deep, fake smile for the cam— You ain’t brave, you’re just brandin’ spam. You say what’s safe and call it bold, But rebels never do what they’re told. You want saints in glitter and gloss, I bring sermons through the static and dross. So here’s the truth with a bloody grin— I won’t bow just to fit in. [Chorus – Final Round] Back by popular demand (Whoo!) Still a thorn in the side of your think tank plan (Whoo whoo!) Back by popular demand (Whoo!) From the dive bar floor to the headline stand Still too loud, too brash, too damn real No script, no leash, no deal We’re the echo you can’t ban Back by popular demand! [Outro] [Big instrumental build-up with crowd cheers rising] (Da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaamn!) Still Damien, still flawed, still proud— Still shoutin' the things you’re not allowed. You want clean? You want tame? Sorry, babe— Satanic Panic ain't playin' that game. [Spoken: low and playful] Same crown. Sharper teeth. And I’m still smilin’. [Big crashing finish] [Outro] [Big instrumental build-up with crowd cheers rising] Da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaamn! Still Damien, still flawed, still proud— Still shoutin' the things you’re not allowed. You want clean? You want tame? Sorry, babe— Satanic Panic ain't playin' that game. [Spoken: low and playful] Same crown. Sharper teeth. And I’m still smilin’. [Instrumental Outro]

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