Folks, we have a very special guest for you tonight I'd like to introduce Mr. Hahn Let's hear it for the great Mr. Hahn And now for a lesson in rhythm management Let's begin Alright now, wasn't that fun? Let's try something else

We hear the jokes you make We hear the nasty words you say I'll never get it, it's so pathetic Does your tiny brain make you this way? Maybe mama didn't tell you that she loved you enough Now you're feeling extra small, and you wanna feel tough Well, I've got some news for you We don't give a shit what you do Or at all about you Boys will be girls And girls will be boys And everybody in between We'll all be who we wanna be Oh, who we want to be Was there a thought worth exploring When you woke up this morning? 'Cause nobody's laughing, now your ego's lacking Must be sad to be so boring Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, love 'Cause your outfit and outlook are ugly as fuck And I've got some news for you Still don't give a shit what you do Or at all about you Boys will be girls And girls will be boys And everybody in between We'll all be who we wanna be Boys will be girls And girls will be boys And everybody in between We'll all be who we wanna be Oh, who we want to be Throw a tantrum, hold a sign As the infantry arrives We'll take back the city tonight The kids will be all right Your old ways will die In the darkest depths we'll stand here in the light Boys will be girls And girls will be boys And everybody in between We'll all be who we wanna be Boys will be girls And girls will be boys And everybody in between We'll all be who we wanna be Oh, who we want to be Oh, who we want to be

Breathe, cold, another bad dream Got mud on my face but I can't get clean Feel, hope, but I rip at the seems If I can't get you away from me Taking showers every hour and I choke on steam Writing on the mirrors and the space between All so tall, it broke the fourth wall Guess my fairy tale had a few plot holes Breathe, cold, another bad dream (Another bad dream, another bad dream) Breathe, cold, another bad dream (Another bad dream, another bad dream) Breathe, cold, another bad dream (Another bad dream, another bad dream Another bad dream, another bad dream Another bad dream, another bad dream) Breathe, cold, another bad dream Got mud on my face that I can't get clean Feel, hope, but I rip at the seems If I can't get you away from me Taking showers every hour and I choke on steam Writing on the mirrors and the space between All so tall, it broke the fourth wall Guess my fairy tale had a few plot holes