Poor Old Soul, Pt. 1

Back with a vengeance much in vogue
 My friend, The Harlequin, The Rogue
 Befriending the meek
 His tongue tucked firmly in his cheek
 You better come clean
 How could anybody be so mean
 You better come clean
 I will not be a party to your scheme
 Admit that I was misinformed
 To whit, I'm lost and all forlorn
 I'm tattered and torn
 To tired to see how sick you've grown
 You better come clean
 How could anybody be so mean
 You better come clean
 I will not be a party to your scheme
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 No more rock 'n' roll for you
 Poor old soul
 You better come clean
 How could anybody be so mean
 You better come clean
 I will not be a party to your scheme
 Come clean
 I will not be a party to your scheme
 I mean
 The things you do just make me want to scream