Up Up Done Done

[Verse 1]

My feet are sore and my throat is hoarse

From stomping and singing through every single chorus

I patiently grew my beard out for this occasion

Paying some sort of tribute with bated anticipation for your last show

[Verse 2]

You might insist that the name is bad

But I’m not sure that we knew what we had

Resting in a software code and a place where the bar’s been set

With you and me trying to sing a lyric that goes, “What the crap!”

But it never works

[Chorus]

But, you don’t need any of us tonight

You don’t need any of us tonight

You don't need us to call it quits

But, you don’t need any of us tonight

[Outro]

My feet are sore and my throat is hoarse

I stomped and sang all through every single chorus

(That one felt the best

Yeah, whatever)