It doesn't matter who you are, there are stars in every city, in every house, and on every street.
Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere.
Hate builds up from the childhood when your world was a slum, but you haven't got the right to blow it to kingdom come.
I'm the mirror to your mood, you hate me and I hate you.
We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.
On the surface I'm a mild mannered person, that's until you scratch the animal inside.