No, but here’s the lyrics:

Forgive me for I know not what I’ve done

I listen to slam and it’s made my brain dumb

Trust me, this ain’t no sick, twisted joke

Your nan saw the band name and started to choke

But on the bright side it could’ve been so much worse

It could have been my long sleeve of Butchered at Birth

Oh yeah, this could have been so much worse

It could have been the sweatshirt I bought from Aborted

A sartorial faux pas

A grave miscalculation of this party’s dress code

Eyes like daggers are tearing through me

I grabbed the first shirt I could find. I’m sorry

I was lost

Adrift in a sea of blackened garmеnts

Mindlessly reaching out into the darknеss

I was lost

Adrift in a sea of blackened garments

Then finally, I found one

A shirt. From the wardrobe

Forgive me for I know not what I’ve done

If I would have realised, I wouldn’t have come

Trust me, this was an honest mistake

I’m awfully sad to have spoiled the charade

But on the bright side it could’ve been so much worse

It could have been my zip-up from Decrepit Birth

Oh yeah, this could have been so much worse

It could have been my tank top from Infant Annihilator

I’m casting no aspersions

But I feel like I’m a burden

To this hollow act of vanity

That’s driven by pure vacuity

I’m trying to act amicably

But the cynic deep within me screams

That this is nothing more than some self-indulgent narcissism

Subjected to revealing!

What have we done to suffer this?

Subjected to revealing!

Nothing but egregious piss

Hurry up and pop that balloon!

Pop it!