text: I wont take a hit in the moshpit
  I dont ever sit
  Front rows for losers
  I wont ever pay to watch your band play
  I need hair spray
  Groupies for doers
  I dont wanna be a part of your song
  Im no hanger on
  The melodys all wrong
  I dont wanna be a Fender guitar played by a rock star
  Dont string me along
  I dont need a wrist band to tell me who I am
  No need to clap your hands
  I dont need a microphone to tell you Im better off being on my own
  And you hit the last note, and that is all she wrote
  I dont stick around
  I wont wait around for the ending
  Another the curtain closes
  We already know theres an end to the show were making
  Im throwing down the roses
  I dont stick around
  I wont wait around for the ending
  Another the curtain closes
  We already know theres an end to the show were making
  Im throwing down the roses
  I cant ever be your girl VIP
  Baby that aint me
  Im a crowd surfer
  I dont ever do rocker boys like you
  Im an artist too
  Im a show stopper
  I dont wanna be a part of your song
  Im no hanger on
  The melodys all wrong
  I dont wanna be a Fender guitar played by a rock star
  Dont string me along
  I dont need a wrist band to tell me who I am
  No need to clap your hands
  I dont need a microphone to tell you Im better off being on my own
  And you hit the last note, and that is all she wrote
  I dont stick around
  I wont wait around for the ending
  Another the curtain closes
  We already know theres an end to the show were making
  Im throwing down the roses
  I dont stick around
  I wont wait around for the ending
  Another the curtain closes
  We already know theres an end to the show were making
  Im throwing down the roses
  Im throwing down the roses
  Im throwing down the roses
  Im throwing down the roses
  Im throwing down the roses
  Im throwing down the roses
  Im throwing down the roses