It's a good day to piss on the gods To steal their Camaro And drive it off a cliff into a pool Yeah that would rule It's a good day to stare at the sun To flip it the bird with each hand And say its music taste is trash And it can kiss our ass It's a good day To vote in a decree And make a total mess of this whole damn league So let's show up to the polls And show them anarchy If I don't know the limits, how am I gonna break them? If you think that we're kidding, well then you're sorely mistaken I came here kick ass and chew gum and open books In the language of splort "Routine" means "Vicious" "Book" is "Cuisine" "Forbidden" "Delicious" So you better watch out 'cause we know how to cook Forget the blases, forget going home We're just hungry to rip into that goddamned tome And if you don't lay off, Parker, you'll be next ♪ The players are restless, they're all starting fires Every game is the same, we're just baseball for liars It's our first season back, but the fun has expired We're all sick of the daylight, light up the pyre All rules are made to be broken And all forbidden books are made to be opened So send my love to the stands, 'cause we're tearing them down