[Verse 1]
My feet are sore and my throat is hoarse
From stomping and singing through every single chorus
I patiently grew my beard out for this occasion
Paying some sort of tribute with bated anticipation for your last show

[Verse 2]
You might insist that the name is bad
But I’m not sure that we knew what we had
Resting in a software code and a place where the bar’s been set
With you and me trying to sing a lyric that goes, “What the crap!”
But it never works

[Chorus]
But, you don’t need any of us tonight
You don’t need any of us tonight
You don't need us to call it quits
But, you don’t need any of us tonight

[Outro]
My feet are sore and my throat is hoarse
I stomped and sang all through every single chorus

(That one felt the best
Yeah, whatever)