text: One, two, three, four!
  Im not fucking around
  I think Im coming out
  All the deceivers and cheaters, I think weve got a bleeder right now
  Want you to slap me around
  Want you to knock me out
  Well, you missed me, kissed me, now you better kick me down
  Maybe youre the runner-up, but the first one to lose the race
  Almost only really counts in horseshoes and handgrenades
  Im gonna burn it all down
  Im gonna rip it out
  Well, everything you employ was meant for me to destroy to the ground, now
  So dont you fuck me around
  Because Ill shoot you down
  Im gonna drink, fight, and fuck, and Im pushing my luck all the time, now
  Maybe youre the runner-up, but the first one to lose the race
  Almost only really counts in horseshoes and handgrenades
  Demolition, self-destruction
  Want to annihilate this age-old contradiction!
  Demolition, self-destruction
  Want to annihilate this age-old contradiction
  Demolition, self-destruction
  Want to annihilate this old age
  Im not fucking around
  I think Im coming out
  Well, Im a hater, a traitor in a pair of Chuck Taylors right now
  Im not fucking around
  G-L-O-R-I-A!
  G-L-O-R-I-A!
  G-L-O-R-I-A!
  G-L-O-R-I-A!