I've been quarantined by the fashion police
They got me on my knees like a Catholic priest
Im being frisked for boxers or briefs
I can't believe that it's come down to this
When your life it turns from a promise to a threat
And all your future dreams fall to regrets
When all the screams you hear in your head
Keep you safely a prisoner in bed
Boom! Boom! Boom! goes the trolley
Right off of the rails and headed towards martydom
Dont kn ow when all this started but i know that tonight
We could finish this fight
Boom! Boom! Boom! Goest the trolley
Off of the tracks and ending this party
Feel so broken and dearly departed
Ill miss every one of you