Tonight across town there's a party going down You're not invited yet you seem so excited Your going anyway You said it's time they're going to pay For all their ridicule you're going to kill the cool kids
You tried so hard to please them But now you're going to beat an apology out of them all You'll be their God as they plead and crawl And they'll say you always were friends But the're lying to survive and you're laughing as they're crying they're sorry You're the Death of the Party
No party favors just your trusty straight razor Fucking won't equal fun until they make out with your gun Blood red letter sweater they thought they were so much better The entire cheerleader squad stripped and gutted on the front lawn
You tried so hard to please them but you just had to feed them to your demon that lives inside Who forced you to do this tonight And now the cops are coming and there ain't no way you're running Or ever going to say that you're sorry Your the Death of the Party