[Intro][Pop Metal] (Loud crowd noise and chaotic house party sounds abruptly cut into a synth arpeggio and heavy beat.) (Vocal yell) Let the sequins hit the floor! [Verse 1][Female Vocalist, Theatrical Rap] Custom heels on the sticky dorm room carpet, yeah, I'm late Got a sequin dress from the thrift store, sealing up my fate The champagne budget is absent, but the glamour is worldwide We're sipping jungle juice, baby, with nowhere left to hide My wig is a skyscraper, my contour is sharp as a blade This ain't a debutante ball, honey, this is the parade I'm blending high fashion with the low expectations, you see? 'Cause the realest art is chaos, and the canvas is me. [Pre-Chorus 1][Female Vocalist, Belt/Shout] (Synth simplifies, guitar enters with a syncopated chug.) They told us to behave! They told us to clean up our act! But the rules are for the weak, and there ain't no turning back! I'm breaking every mirror, I'm ripping up the lace! Are you ready for the mess? Get ready for the bass! [Chorus 1][Female Vocalist, Power Belt] IT'S THE RED SOLO CUP DRAG BALL! Yeah, the world is gonna burn! Where the velvet meets the vodka, where the lessons never learn! (RIFF CRASH!) Down-tuned destruction on a four-on-the-floor beat! We're the beautiful, chaotic, can't-be-beat marching feet! RED SOLO CUP DRAG BALL! Throw your manners in the trash! We came here for the spectacle and the fabulous, glorious crash! [Verse 2][Female Vocalist, Theatrical Rap] I see the squares observing, clutching at their pearls in fear They can't understand the freedom, the reason that we're here They want the perfect story, the neat conclusion on a card But we prefer the narrative that's broken and battle-scarred Yeah, spill that cheap rosé, ruin that expensive rug We're trading fake politeness for a genuine, messy hug The drag is not a costume, it's the honesty I wear And I'm screaming my existence into the polluted air. [Pre-Chorus 2][Female Vocalist, Belt/Shout] (Synth simplifies, guitar enters with a syncopated chug.) They told us to behave! They told us to clean up our act! But the rules are for the weak, and there ain't no turning back! I'm breaking every mirror, I'm ripping up the lace! Are you ready for the mess? Get ready for the bass! [Chorus 2][Female Vocalist, Power Belt] IT'S THE RED SOLO CUP DRAG BALL! Yeah, the world is gonna burn! Where the velvet meets the vodka, where the lessons never learn! (RIFF CRASH!) Down-tuned destruction on a four-on-the-floor beat! We're the beautiful, chaotic, can't-be-beat marching feet! RED SOLO CUP DRAG BALL! Throw your manners in the trash! We came here for the spectacle and the fabulous, glorious crash! [Bridge][Nu Metal] (Music drops to a slow, heavy, repetitive riff. Vocal is a harsh spoken word.) In this little plastic cup, I found more reality than in your whole damn life. This is where the mask comes on, and the shame comes off. You call it a party, I call it therapy. You call it trash, I call it *mine*. [Verse 3][Female Vocalist, Theatrical Rap] I'm the monarch of the misfits, the queen of the broke and the free The energy is primal, and it's calling out to me You can take your gilded cages, your velvet ropes and your laws I'll take the chaos and the frenzy, the fever and the flaws I'm not looking for forgiveness, I'm not looking for a truce I'm looking for the moment when the whole damn world cuts loose. [Pre-Chorus 3][Female Vocalist, Belt/Shout] (Synth simplifies, guitar enters with a syncopated chug.) They told us to behave! They told us to clean up our act! But the rules are for the weak, and there ain't no turning back! I'm breaking every mirror, I'm ripping up the lace! Are you ready for the mess? Get ready for the bass! [Chorus 3][Female Vocalist, Power Belt] IT'S THE RED SOLO CUP DRAG BALL! Yeah, the world is gonna burn! Where the velvet meets the vodka, where the lessons never learn! (RIFF CRASH!) Down-tuned destruction on a four-on-the-floor beat! We're the beautiful, chaotic, can't-be-beat marching feet! RED SOLO CUP DRAG BALL! Throw your manners in the trash! We came here for the spectacle and the fabulous, glorious crash! [Verse 4][Female Vocalist, Theatrical Rap] We don't need a venue, we just need a plug, a sound, and a reason to be loud. [Outro][Pop Metal] (Final guitar chord hits and sustains, resolving back to the party/crowd noise sample which fades slowly into the sound of a lone synth arpeggio.) (Vocal whisper) Good night, darling.
