Donots. Got The Noise. Punchline. Zeneszám

Know-it-all, step aside and keep this to yourself You're conceited to the bone Self-important Self-indulgent You've been overestimated A jester on a makeshift throne

The laughter dies, you owe us a punchline Cause we're way beyond the joke You're past your prime, you shouldn't cross that line Here's your consolation prize

Cut it out, skip the details, we don't wanna know We're not gonna play along Stop the preaching Stop the wailing Won't you stop the patronizing? You're dead last in a race of one

The laughter dies, you owe us a punchline Cause we're way beyond the joke You're past your prime, you shouldn't cross that line And we'll cut you down to size

You owe us a punchline