These chord progressions show up in every song
Written by these prepubescent sounding clods
With boring riffs that take little talent to play
Sounds like you wrote this song in under a day
Tell again about suburban life
And how you cut yourself with the kitchen knife
Isis kills people just for being queer
But your mom is the real dictator here
Ungrateful baby
Here's some cheese for your whine
Your home life sucked
But it's still better than dying
Some people drink less than the tears that you cried
And that is why I'm glad that pop punk died
Recycling melodies from a guy named Chad
Your lyrics only give me angst because they're bad
I'm sure your time in high school made you feel so low
But come on dude, that happened seven years ago
Entitled baby
You'll grow up one day
And realize your bitching
Made you sound really lame
Smiling is a good thing
You should give it a try
And that is why I'm glad that pop punk died
Some people drink less than the tears that you cried
Predictable bridge that's the chorus reprised
The only difference is it's quiet this time
I'm so damn glad that pop punk has died
Selfish baby
Your girlfriend's the worst
She left you cuz you moan
Like cow giving birth
I'm glad this song is over
Cuz I'm sick of these lines
And that is why I'm glad that pop punk died