[Verse 1]
Well, everyone knows you’re an asshole
And your new occupation lets everyone know for sure
Directing traffic in the Big Apple
And toting a gun, wearing a badge that you swore you’d never wear

[Chorus]
Like faded ink on the backside of your arm
“Kill Your Idols” and wear them down and out
You’re wearing them down and out because you’ve sold out

[Verse 2]
Well, we all knew you were an asshole
But you’ve really brought yourself to a new kind of all-time low
Where the bullied becomes the bully
And bullies what it’s built on, in blue
A uniform that you swore you’d never wear

[Chorus]
Like faded ink on the backside of your arm
“Kill Your Idols” and wear them down and out
You’re wearing them down and out

[Bridge]
Well, you should get used to doughnuts
And drinking too much coffee
While I watch your punk rock past
Disappear as fast as you’ll be reading its Miranda rights
You’re reading its Miranda rights
You’ll be reading its Miranda rights
[Outro]
So, arrest me if I’m convinced
That more often than not
The worst kinds of people become…