Marianas Trench Here S To The Zeros Lyrics
Here's To The Zeros by Marianas Trench
Hey kids, do you wanna do what I do?
I got sick, got kicked out of high school.
I guess then, I kinda got arrested,
With a car, and a chase, and a drug test.
These days, they don't wanna be near that.
'Cause if you're selling records, they don't wanna hear that.
Clean-cut, we'll do it like Disney.
Well-adjusted, trusted, trust me.
Party anthems, get them dancin'.
Well, I'm the king of second-chancin'.
Air-brushed, shiny, notoriety.
The disappeared-into-the-back-to-go-and-get-high-ety.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
You can't sing, you got a young look so,
It's nothing auto-tune can't fix though.
MTV don't play videos,
And no guitar is allowed on the radio.
These days I kinda just pretend so,
I guess I don't mind, it depends though.
I get stuck to every innuendo,
But it doesn't seem to matter in the end so.
They say, 'Where's the next hit, baby?'
God, how could I top 'Call Me Maybe'?
Well, I'm delirious, she's bi-curious.
Let's disappear into the back to go and get serious.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hallelujah, up for ransom.
Cash values for hash-tag anthems.
Hallelujah, up for ransom.
Cash values for hash-tag anthems.
Hallelujah, up for ransom.
Cash values for hash-tag anthems.
Where'd the rock and roll go?
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
I got sick, got kicked out of high school.
I guess then, I kinda got arrested,
With a car, and a chase, and a drug test.
These days, they don't wanna be near that.
'Cause if you're selling records, they don't wanna hear that.
Clean-cut, we'll do it like Disney.
Well-adjusted, trusted, trust me.
Party anthems, get them dancin'.
Well, I'm the king of second-chancin'.
Air-brushed, shiny, notoriety.
The disappeared-into-the-back-to-go-and-get-high-ety.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
You can't sing, you got a young look so,
It's nothing auto-tune can't fix though.
MTV don't play videos,
And no guitar is allowed on the radio.
These days I kinda just pretend so,
I guess I don't mind, it depends though.
I get stuck to every innuendo,
But it doesn't seem to matter in the end so.
They say, 'Where's the next hit, baby?'
God, how could I top 'Call Me Maybe'?
Well, I'm delirious, she's bi-curious.
Let's disappear into the back to go and get serious.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hallelujah, up for ransom.
Cash values for hash-tag anthems.
Hallelujah, up for ransom.
Cash values for hash-tag anthems.
Hallelujah, up for ransom.
Cash values for hash-tag anthems.
Where'd the rock and roll go?
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.
Hey, ho, where did all the good go?
Baby, this is where you're dead wrong.
Alright, hey, ho, here's to all the zeroes.
Every misfit, and all my down-and-outs.