Why do you worship what you don’t understand?

I’ll show you how to hold fire in the palm of your hand

We’ll redefine what you think it means to die

Let’s make trouble, pop that bubble, and bring you to the light

Kill the queen and take her throne

We can rearrange your skin and bones

Let’s get weird, you can wear my crown

Turn this fucked up world even more upside down

You keep on pickin’ that, pickin’ that, pickin’ that scab

I’m gonna take, take, take you down

You keep on pickin’ that, pickin’ that, pickin’ that scab

I’m gonna take, take, take you down

I wanna pop that bubble

Good boys don’t go to heaven

Good girls don’t go to heaven

Good boys don’t go to heaven

Good girls don’t go to heaven

Can you surrender and let me take control?

Fill you up with so much midnight that I’ll black out your soul

We speak in tongues to give weight to the lies

Let’s make trouble, pop that bubble, and bring you to the light

Kill the queen and take her throne

We can rearrange your skin and bones

Let’s get weird, you can wear my crown

Turn this fucked up world even more upside down

You keep on pickin’ that, pickin’ that, pickin’ that scab

I wanna pop that bubble

Good boys don’t go to heaven

Good girls don’t go to heaven

Good boys don’t go to heaven

Good girls don’t go to heaven

You seek perfection

With no direction

Come join the party

And choose your weapon

You seek perfection, darlin’

But lack direction

So, join the party

And choose your weapon

Good boys don’t go to heaven

Good girls don’t go to heaven

Good boys don’t go to heaven

Good girls don’t go to heaven

Good boys don’t go to heaven

I wanna pop that bubble

Good girls don’t go to heaven

I wanna pop that bubble

Good boys don’t go to heaven

I wanna pop that bubble

Good girls don’t go to heaven

I wanna pop that bubble