Your front page boy is finally here
And he looks so good, but he's insincere
If you speak of the devil, then he will appear
Now your front page boy, well he's finally here
Yeah, so, well, stop the press
Are you waiting for the world to end?
Turn the record off
because it doesn't sound like them
And now you're crawling on your knees again
Turn it off because it doesn't really sound like them
Does it?
Hey, are you waiting for the world to end?
Well, turn the record off
because it doesn't really sound like them
Are you hoping that it's just pretend?
Turn it off because it doesn't sound like them
Bones will break and blood will spill
When death is crawling up the hill
And with every drink that you distill
Means your crawling up the hill
Now come crawl for me