Teen heat

The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh oh oh..oh oh)
with singles until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh)
He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar
to polish into a superstar,
finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love,
turns it into a commercial.

Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.
Your song is gold like the color of pi** (x2)
He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs,
he mingles with the band,
his mustache made of vines.

A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!)
Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!)
A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!)
A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!)

And when he steals your teen heat
it sounds a lot like...