The Ballad Of Sarah Berry - 35MM
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Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh!
Down on your knees before the queen
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh!
Down on your knees before the queen
Well, Sara Berry was a popular bitch (mm-hm)
Hot bod’, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich (oh, yeah)
That girl had everything 'til hiccup and hitch
Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck (amputated)
The nominations for prom royalty came (uh-huh)
Our Sara’s senior year, and queen was her claim (uh, duh)
'Til gossip stirred the student body would name
Julie Jenkins, queen of the prom (pity vote)
"Sara, " her father said, “Life is a prom”
“I know you won’t disappoint me and mom!”
You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown
You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
As they crown you queen of high school land
Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry!
Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry!
So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry!)
To life un-prom related, Sara was blind (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry!)
She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind!
Still Julie had a hold on the lead (poor, poor, Julie)
Soon Sara’s sanity was hung by a thread (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry!)
Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry!)
'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry!)
“I’m taking Julie to the senior prom” (love, love, Julie)
"Sara, " her father said, “Why be so calm?”
“There’s just no future for a princess at prom”
You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown
You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
As they crown you queen of high school land!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh!
Down on your knees before the queen
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh!
Down on your knees before the queen
Some girls are rational but Sara was not
She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought (Julie)
There’s seven reasons this crown’s not good as got (Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna)
And so the night of prom, mercy, thus went her plot (Patricia, Quiara)
“P” is for Patricia drinking poisoned punch!
“R” is for Raquel dashed on a rock, crunch!
“O” is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains!
And “M” is Marianna’s marinated remains!
But, but!
“Q” is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool!
And “U” is for Eunice’s pieces spread round the school!
But “E’s” are for the easy way in five minutes tops!
A one-leg’d girl can bring an “N” for
End by calling the cops (what a bitch!)!
You got your silver Sara, you got your crown
You got their blood on the roses in hand
Whoa, you donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance
As you crowned you queen of high school land!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
God save the queen
Down on your knees before the queen
God save the queen
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
The queen of high school
Down on your knees before, the queen of high school land!
They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown
They washed the blood from each finger and hand
Woah, into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell
Screaming, “I’m the queen of high school land!”
At least in your head, you’re queen of high school land
Oh, pity the dead, you’re queen of high school land
Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry. . .!
Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry. . .!
