Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the queen
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the queen
Oh, Sara Berry was a popular bitch (mm-hmm)
Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich (oh, yeah)
That girl had everything 'til hiccup and hitch
Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck (amputated)
The nominations for prom royalty came (uh-huh)
Our Sara's senior year, and queen was her claim (uh, duh)
'Til gossip stirred, the student body would name
Julie Jenkins, queen of the prom (pity vote)
"Sara," her father said, "Life is a prom
I know you won't disappoint me and mom"
You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown
You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
As they crown you queen of high school land
(Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
(Check Sara, choose Sara, talk to Sara Berry)
Oh, so obsessed (check Sara, choose Sara)
Our Sara near lost her mind (talk to, talk to Sara Berry)
To life un-prom related (check Sara, choose Sara)
Sara was blind (talk to, talk to Sara Berry)
She shoved her squad (check Sara, choose Sara)
Her clique, her boyfriend behind (talk to, talk to-)
Still, Julie had a hold on the lead (poor, poor, Julie)
Soon Sara's sanity (check Sara, choose Sara)
Was hung by a thread (talk to, talk to Sara Berry)
Her BFF's (check Sara, choose Sara)
Proclaimed her socially dead (talk to, talk to Sara Berry)
'Til then, at last (check Sara, choose Sara)
Her boyfriend texted and said (talk to, talk to-)
"I'm taking Julie to the senior prom" (Love, love, Julie)
"Sara," her father said, "Why be so calm?
There's just no future for a princess at prom"
You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown
You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
As they crown you queen of high school land
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the queen
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the queen
Some girls are rational, but Sara was not
She stared in mirrors, thinking one single thought (Julie)
There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got (Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna)
And so the night of prom, mercy! Thus went her plot (Patricia, Quiara) (Thus went her plot)
"P" is for Patricia drinking poisoned punch
"R" is for Raquel dashed on a rock crunch
"O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains
And "M" is Marianna's marinated remains
But, but
"Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool
And "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school
And "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops
A one-legged girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops (what a bitch)
You got your silver Sara, you got your crown
You got their blood on your roses in hand
Whoa, you donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance
As you crowned you queen of high school land
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh (down to the queen)
Down on your knees before the queen (down to the queen)
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh (the queen of high school land)
Down on your knees before
Oh, the queen of high school land
They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown
As they washed your bloody fingers and hands (oh, whoa-oh-oh)
Into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell
Screaming, "I'm the queen of high school land"
At least in your head, you're queen of high school land (woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
Oh, pity the dead, you're queen of high school land (down on your knees before the queen)
Whoah-oh-oh
Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry
Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry (The ballad of Sara Berry)
