Verse 1 I’m a cubicle clone with a commute from hell She’s a ringing in the ears of a funeral bell! I’m a tax-bracket drone, I’m a haircut in a suit She’s a basement show in a combat boot! I’m "order-at-the-counter," she’s a "shatter-the-glass" I’m a middle-manager, she’s a pain-in-the-ass! Met her in the pit, I was looking for the door Now I’m asking for more more more! Chorus 1-2-3-4! I’m a square peg! She’s a black hole! She’s carving out a piece of my boring soul! I’m a vanilla latte hold the cream! She’s a graveyard queen! shes curves busting every seam, Worst mistake that I’ve ever seen! I love it! I hate it! I’m losing my mind! Leave the "normal" freaking behind! Verse 2 She’s got a spine made of iron and a heart made of soot I’m a suburban weed, she’s the heavy-duty foot! I bought her a candle, she burned down the shed Now I’m sleeping in a coffin instead of a bed! My boss is calling, but I’m done with the talk I’m learning how to mosh, I’m learning how to walk In the shadow of a girl who’s a walking riot I’m finally loud and I’m done with the quiet! Bridge (Total breakdown—slower, heavy sludge riff) Beige... Is... DEATH! (Feedback squeal—then back to full speed) GO! GO! GO! GO! Chorus I’m a square peg! She’s a black hole! She’s carving out a piece of my boring soul! I’m a vanilla latte hold the cream! She’s a graveyard queen! shes curves busting every seam PICK IT UP! Outro (Instruments crashing together) She’s the dark! I’m the spark! BURN THE SUBURBS! BURN THE SUBURBS! (Sudden, dead silence)
