the ballad of emily rae

{CHAR & ARTIE}

whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
down on your knees before the queen
whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
down on your knees before the queen

{CHAR}

Emily Rae was a popular bitch

{ARTIE}
(mm-hmm!)

{CHAR}

hot bod, hot boy
cheer captain
plus she was rich

{ARTIE}
(oh yeah!)

{CHAR}

that girl had everything till hiccup and hitch
Jolie Johnson lost a leg in a wreck

{ARTIE}
(am-pu-ta-ted)

{CHAR}

the nominations for prom royalty to came

{ARTIE}
(uh-huh)

{CHAR}

our Emily's senior year and queen was her claim

{ARTIE}
(uh, duh!)

{CHAR}

till gossip stirred the student body would name
Jolie Johnson, queen of the prom

{ARTIE}
(pi-ty vote)

{JOHN RAE}

"Emily,"

{CHAR}

her father said

{JOHN RAE}

"life is a prom
I know you won't disappoint me and mom?"

{CHAR & ARTIE}

you taste the silver, Emily
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

{CHAR}

check Emily, choose Emily, vote for Emily Rae

{ARTIE}

check Emily, choose Emily, vote for Emily Rae

{CHAR}

so obsessed our Emily near lost her mind
to life un-prom related, Emily was blind
she shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind
still Jolie had a hold on the lead

{ARTIE}
(poor, poor, Jolie)

{CHAR}

soon Emily's sanity was hung by a thread
her BFF's proclaimed her socially dead
till then at last her boyfriend texted and said

{NATHAN HARRIS}

"I'm taking Jolie to the senior prom"

{ARTIE}
(love, love, Jolie)

{JOHN RAE}

"Emily!"

{CHAR}

her father said

{JOHN RAE}

"why be so calm?
there's just no future for a princess at prom"

{CHAR & ARTIE}

you taste the silver, Emily
you taste the crown
you thirst for blood from the roses in hand
whoa
you spoil for sash and sceptor
music to dance
as they crown you queen of high school land

{CHAR & ARTIE}

whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
down on your knees before the queen
whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
down on your knees before the queen

{CHAR}

some girls are rational
but Emily was not
she stared in mirrors thinking one single thought

{ARTIE}
(Jolie, Aria, Unity, Rowan, Melody, Paige, Quinn)

{CHAR}

there's seven reasons this crowns not good as got
and so the night of prom, mercy
thus went her plot

{ARTIE}
(thus went her plot)

{CHAR}

'P' is for Paige drinking poisoned punch
'R' is for Rowan dashed on a rock- crunch
'O' is what Aria said when Emily bludgeoned her brains
and 'M' is Melody's marinated remains

{ARTIE}

but! but!

{CHAR}

'Q' is for Quinn, quiet, drowned in the pool
and 'U' is for Unity's pieces spread 'round the school
and 'E's are for the easy ways in five minutes tops
a one legged girl can bring an 'N' for end by calling the cops

{ARTIE}

what a bitch

{CHAR}

you got your silver, Emily
you got your crown
you got their blood on your roses in hand
whoa
you donned the sash and sceptor
doing a dance
as you crowned you queen of high school land

{ARTIE}

whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

{CHAR}

god save the queen

{ARTIE}

down on your knees before the queen
whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

{CHAR}

god save the queen

{ARTIE}

down on your knees before the queen
whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

{CHAR}

the queen of high school land
oh, the queen of high school land

{ARTIE}

they wrapped your wrists in silver
they took your crown
as they washed your bloody fingers and hands
into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell
screaming

{EMILY RAE}

"I'm the queen of high school land!"

{CHAR}

at least in your head
you're queen of high school land
oh, pity the dead
you're queen of high school land

{CHAR & ARTIE}

check Emily, choose Emily, vote for Emily Rae
check Emily, choose Emily, vote Emily Rae