Graduation Song Lyrics

The blood on the dance floor

Won't disrupt your blissful state

The dweller on the threshold

Watches patiently and waits

Panic at the sweatshop

Advertisements in the air

Go forth and disappoint us

Chase the carrot up the stairs

They mock you when you smile

They mock you when you cry

Tell ya to be true to yourself

Then mock you if you try

Cooking up the numbers

Then they present you with a chart

Say it's all your fault

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

One more night of rumination

The everlasting dial tone

It blends right in with the ambience

That old familiar drone

Tonight's a nice night for murder

I'll kill the cop inside my head

Then I can join you on the dance floor

Splashing in rivers of red

Why should I aim to please

From a hundred miles high

I'll never live up to you

Because I won't even try

Cooking up the numbers

Then they present you with a chart

Say it's all your fault

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

Guilty from the start

Graduation day

Graduation day

Graduation day

Graduation day