There are a total of 45 lyrics comment here out of 92..... People that’s enough

This insturmental of this song gives off a “Bad Romance” vibe for me.

Am I the only one who loves how the music syncs with the singer?

The two dislikes are Sara and her Father... this is beautiful

Thank you for making this, I've been looking for an instrumental for ages!!!

The Ballad of Sara Berry - Lyrics Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular chick (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

I really like this version because of how the lyrics have their little spots. I made my own version with my original character, and it's hard to sync it to the original music because i keep singin the original lyrics. Thank you! This sounds very good

I haven't seen the lyrics so Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.) I copy and pasted them from Google lol

SUCH a gorgeous song, so underrated

This is amazing! Do you have a version of this without the vocal line being played?

4:04- I love how the violin sounds here

I love this so much, I literally play this everyday!

Can you add lyrics in time for your next one. I really want to do this as a cover with my best guy friend

Thank you so much for this

Thank you for this. I didn't know I wanted this until now

Ahh this is so good I’ve been looking for a drum score for ages, I can finally write this down!

Hey! Omg i love this so much! Could u maybe do a instrumental version of Leave Luanne?

amazing. could i use this as an instrumental for an open mic in the future?

DAMNNNN The dedication in writing this. Takes Rainbow Demon!

Why are 44 of the 88 comments on this video people posting the lyrics

this is amazing!!!! so talented ✨ ( you should totally do leave luanne )

Hello! This is amazing! Absolutely sick! Do you mind if I use it for a cover? If not it’s still completely shocking how it sounds with no back voices!

Hello, I know that you probably will not see this but if you do I need a huge favor. There is something I want to say to someone through song but it being from an unpopular musical there is no instrumental to accompany it. I would be doing it for a talent show thing for a class and a competition and if there was any way that you could compose an instrumental I would be extremely great full. I know that it’s a long shot for you to but I really would be in your favor. The song is “The Party Goes with You” from the musical 35mm. Please, please, please at least reply back letting me know if you can. Thank you so much for considering!

Aw man I was thinking about doing this for a school project, ill probably do cut you a piece now

Wahhh I hope you have "Make Me Happy"

I love this! May I use it for a cover project?

I love this! Could I use this for a cover I'm doing?

here’s the lyrics :) Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Anyone know where I can get the backup vocals? :( Also mind if I use this for my cover?

can you please do the party goes with you?

Lyrics: Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Hey is there any way you could send the link for this audio? I'd love to make a cover, with your permission of course haha

Can I use this for background music in one of my videos?

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popularbitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: Thus went her plot! "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'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 your 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, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" Whoa - oh - oh At least in your head, you're Down on your knees before the Queen Queen of High School Land (Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.) (Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.)

Lyrics! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

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The Ballad of Sara Berry - Lyrics Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

[Intro] [Ensemble] Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen [Verse 1] Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted!) [Verse 2] The nominations for Prom royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's senior year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-vote!) "Sara," her father said, "Life is a Prom I know you won't disappoint me and Mom…?" [Chorus] 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 [Men] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [All] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [Verse 3] So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind- Still Julie had a hold on the lead. (Poor, poor, Julie...) [Verse 4] Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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…" [Chorus] 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 Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! [Bridge] Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: [Ensemble] Julie Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna Patricia, Quiara (Thus went her plot!) [Ensemble Members] "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-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. (What a bitch.) [Chorus] [Ensemble] You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your 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, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before- 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, "I'm the Queen of High School Land!" Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen (Woah...) (The ballad of Sara Berry.)[Soloist] God save the Queen... God save the Queen! The Queen of High School Land... Oh! 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.

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If you ever end up doing another 35mm song, I think Good Lady would sound really interesting! (Or I’m just biased because it’s my favorite lol)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted!) The nominations for Prom royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's senior year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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 To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; 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 Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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 Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: Julie Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna Patricia, Quiara (Thus went her plot!) "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-legg'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 your 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, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before- 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, "I'm the Queen of High School Land!" Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen (Woah...) (The ballad of Sara Berry.) God save the Queen... God save the Queen! The Queen of High School Land... Oh! 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

Ensemble] Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen [Verse 1] Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted!) [Verse 2] The nominations for Prom royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's senior year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-vote!) "Sara," her father said, "Life is a Prom I know you won't disappoint me and Mom…?" [Chorus] 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 [Men] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [All] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [Verse 3] So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind- Still Julie had a hold on the lead. (Poor, poor, Julie...) [Verse 4] Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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…" [Chorus] 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 Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! [Bridge] Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: [Ensemble] Julie Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna Patricia, Quiara (Thus went her plot!) [Ensemble Members] "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-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. (What a bitch.) [Chorus] [Ensemble] You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your 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, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before- 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, "I'm the Queen of High School Land!" Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen (Woah...) (The ballad of Sara Berry.)[Soloist] God save the Queen... God save the Queen! The Queen of High School Land... Oh! 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

I’m writing a book and this song served as a lot of inspiration for it. So I made a parody of it that follows the plot of my book, Down With The Queen. This is that. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sera Blackwell was a popular *itch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, and popular, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Until someone wanted her dead. (fight for your life) The stakes were rising through each day (Uh-huh.) Our Sera's Senior Year, and living was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Halloween was just ten days away How will Sera survive?. (dead by november) "Sera, " A killer said, "You have to stay strong Fight for your life, survive, and move on" You taste the silver, Sera! You taste the crown. You foresee for blood from the bat in hand. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sera near lost her mind. To life un-death-related, Sera was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still her killer was watching, could see. (Poor, poor Sera) Soon Sera's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, she went up to her school in her head She saw her killer in the hall (hallucinations) "Sera, " the voice in her head said, "Why be so calm? Theres just no room for a dead girl at prom..." You taste the silver, Sera! You taste the crown. You foresee for blood from the bat in hand. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sera was not She sat starred in mirrors thinking one single thought: There are four reasons this life’s not good as got- And so the nights before halloween and Thus went her plot: "S" is for seeing serial killers wasting away behind bars. "E" is for everyone seeing Sera get caught "R" is for running when you bring knives to school And "A" is always, the game continues forevermore But! But! Sera couldn’t survive with bludgeoned brains That girl is obviously insane But there is an easy way in five minutes tops A smart teacher can bring it all to an end by getting Sera to the cops. You got your silver Sera, you got your crown You escaped your blood on the bat in hand You left behind the sash and scepter, too paranoid to dance, As you cried “Someone want me dead!” Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down with the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. Down with the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown As they watched you day and night. In a tight straitjacket, small padded cell, As you screamed, "Someone wants me dead!" At least in your head, you're the Queen of High School Land Don’t pity the dead! You're the Queen of High School Land. (Where’s Sera, Where’s Sera, Our missing Sera Blackwell?) (Where’s Sera, Where’s Sera, our missing Sera Blackwell?)

[Verse 1] Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted!) [Verse 2] The nominations for Prom royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's senior year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-vote!) "Sara," her father said, "Life is a Prom I know you won't disappoint me and Mom…?" [Chorus] 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 [Men] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [All] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [Verse 3] So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind- Still Julie had a hold on the lead. (Poor, poor, Julie...) [Verse 4] Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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…" [Chorus] 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

Ooohhh......down on your knees before the queen. X2. Sara berry was a popular bitch..hot bod hot boy cheer captain, plus she was rich. That girl had everything from hiccup to hitch, Julie Jenkins lost her leg in a wreck (amputated .) the nominations for prom royalty came..our Sara’s senior year and queen was her claim. Till 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.. (chorus) You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown! You thirst for blood from the roses in hand! You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance as they crown you queen of highschool land! Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara berry. So obsessed our Sara near lost her mind. To life un prom related Sara was blind.... she ditched her friends her clique her boyfriend behind.. still Julie had a hold on the lead (poor poor 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! You spoil for sash and scepter music to dance! As they crown you queen on highschool land! Ohh. Down on your knees before the queen x2 some girls are rational but Sara was not. She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought..there’s 7 reason this crowns not good as got! And so the night of prom, mercy! Thus went her plot! P is for Patricia drinking poisoned punch... rn is for Raquel bashed on a rock, crunch! O is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her Brains! M is marianna marinated remains! Q is for quiara quiet! Drowned in the pool, u is for eunices pieces spread round the school! E is for the easy way in 5 minutes tops, a one legged 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.. you donned the sash and scepter doing a dance as you crowned you queen of highschool land! Oh.. down on your knees before the queen.. god save the queen...! x2 They wrapped your wrists in silver! They took your crown! They wash your bloody fingers and hands! Into a small straight jacket small padded cell, screaming I’m the queen of highschool land! At least in your head your queen of highschool land! Oh pity the dead your queen of highschool land! (Pick Sara choose Sara, vote, vote, for Sara berry) x2

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich that girl had everything till hiccup and hitch Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins Queen of the Prom 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 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Intro] [Ensemble] Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen [Verse 1] Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted!) [Verse 2] The nominations for Prom royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's senior year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-vote!) "Sara," her father said, "Life is a Prom I know you won't disappoint me and Mom…?" [Chorus] 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 [Men] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [All] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [Verse 3] So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind- Still Julie had a hold on the lead. (Poor, poor, Julie...) [Verse 4] Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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…" [Chorus] 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 Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! [Bridge] Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: [Ensemble] Julie Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna Patricia, Quiara (Thus went her plot!) [Ensemble Members] "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-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. (What a bitch.) [Chorus] [Ensemble] You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your 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, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before- 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, "I'm the Queen of High School Land!" Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen (Woah...) (The ballad of Sara Berry.) [Soloist] God save the Queen... God save the Queen! The Queen of High School Land... Oh! 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

Lyrics: Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.) Credits:Musixmatch for the lyrics

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popularbitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: Thus went her plot! "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'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 your 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, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" Whoa - oh - oh At least in your head, you're Down on your knees before the Queen Queen of High School Land (Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.) (Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

[Intro] [Ensemble] Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen [Verse 1] Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted!) [Verse 2] The nominations for Prom royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's senior year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-vote!) "Sara," her father said, "Life is a Prom I know you won't disappoint me and Mom…?" [Chorus] 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 [Men] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [All] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [Verse 3] So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind- Still Julie had a hold on the lead. (Poor, poor, Julie...) [Verse 4] Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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…" [Chorus] 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 Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! [Bridge] Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: [Ensemble] Julie Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna Patricia, Quiara (Thus went her plot!) [Ensemble Members] "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-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. (What a bitch.) [Chorus] [Ensemble] You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your 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, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before- 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, "I'm the Queen of High School Land!" Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen (Woah...) (The ballad of Sara Berry.) [Soloist] God save the Queen... God save the Queen! The Queen of High School Land... Oh! 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.

The Ballad of Sara Berry - Lyrics Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land!

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

[Intro] [Ensemble] Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen [Verse 1] Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted!) [Verse 2] The nominations for Prom royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's senior year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-vote!) "Sara," her father said, "Life is a Prom I know you won't disappoint me and Mom…?" [Chorus] 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 [Men] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [All] (Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry.) [Verse 3] So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind- Still Julie had a hold on the lead. (Poor, poor, Julie...) [Verse 4] Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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…" [Chorus] 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 Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen! [Bridge] Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: [Ensemble] Julie Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna Patricia, Quiara (Thus went her plot!) [Ensemble Members] "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-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. (What a bitch.) [Chorus] [Ensemble] You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your 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, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before- 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, "I'm the Queen of High School Land!" Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh! Down on your knees before the Queen (Woah...) (The ballad of Sara Berry.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Lyrics Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Sara Berry was a popular bitch. (Mm-hmm.) Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.) That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch: Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am-pu-ta-ted) The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.) Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim- (Uh, duh.) Till gossip stirred the student body would name Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi-ty-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. 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. To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind; She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind- Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie) Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead, Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "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. You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! Down on your knees before the Queen. Some girls are rational but Sara was not She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got- And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot: "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. "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops. You got your silver Sara, you got your crown You got their blood on your roses in hand You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance, As you crowned you Queen of High School Land! Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! God save the Queen... Down on your knees before the Queen. God save the Queen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh! The Queen of High School Land. Down on your knees before the Queen. The Queen of High School Land. 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, As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!" At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land 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.)