We're degenerated That's what we are We're self-frustrated Children of stars If it's ours or if it's others' Be sure that doesn't matter Come on, tell me Where I can rejuvenate me Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? No one here's hated That's who we are But, still you're rated Meet me at the bar Be my guest and be my lover Just please stay undercover It's four twenty Time to rejuvenate me Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? We'll take you there Through the glass of pleasure Meet me there Love's the only measure Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage? Where's the fokin' backstage?