It's a punk mashup

I am bowling for soup on a Thursday, a day to remember. I panic at the disco, I feel so used, I reached an all time low with my chemical romance, we were all American Rejects, but I got a simple plan for this new found glory, I will escape the fate of the mayday parade, we shall take back sunday and be the killers that cause a death cab for cutie. I'll sleep with sirens, I prevail! Boys like girls and we the kings. Fall out boy, Winona Fighter, hold me tighter, never shout never.