
Go Home, Losers
punk rock, gritty guitars, snarky female vocals

Go Home, Losers
punk rock, gritty guitars, snarky female vocals
Lyrics
Verse 1
You showed up uninvited, boots on my floor
Drinking my beers, acting like you want more
You talk too loud, smell like regret
This ain't a party, it's a cigarette
Burnin’ out quick, so take the hint—
The queen of this joint says get out, sprint!
Chorus
Go home, losers, you're killing the vibe!
This ain’t your scene, and it sure ain’t live
Go home, clingers, you’re crashing my throne
I dance alone—now leave me alone!
Yeah, go, go, go—go home!
Verse 2
You think you're cool with that thrift store hat
Flexin’ your band, but your demo’s flat
You called me "sweetheart"—that's your mistake
My middle finger's frosted like a birthday cake
I’m not your muse, I’m not your prize
I’m the girl who tells you—bye-bye, guys!
Chorus
Go home, weirdos, I'm locking the door
Your drama's stale and your jokes are a chore
Go home, heartbreaks, take your guitars
And cry in your vans or some dive bar stars
Yeah, go, go, go—go home!
Bridge – Screamed Breakdown
Not your babysitter!
Not your midnight fix!
Not your background extra
In your punk rock flick!
Final Chorus
Go home, creepers, you’ve worn out your stay
Your ego’s big, but your tips don’t pay
Go home, posers, the queen’s had enough
I’m punk, I’m fire, I’m calling your bluff
Yeah, go, go, go—go home!
