out of this room Because they sure don't like the company You stop your preaching right there 'Cause I really don't care and I'll do it again So get me outta my
But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all And we crawl and we crawl and we crawl, you be my
hands up, now get your hands up Hide your eyes, we're gonna shine tonight Sub-atomic never get the best of me Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul? I sold
sing it for the world Cleaned up, corporation progress Dying in the process Children that can talk about it Living on the railways People moving sideways Sell it 'til your last days
across these city streets? Where were you when all of the embers fell? I still remember them Covered in ash Covered in glass Covered in all my friends
long That is if the static don't get you first So remember even if you're dusted You may be gone but out here in the desert Your shadow lives on without
Well, are you ready, Ray? Yeah How about you, Frank? All night, baby How about you, Mikey? Fucking ready Well, I think I'm alright One, two, three,
, check Check Don't believe what they say We're dead flies in the summertime They leave us all behind With duck tape scars on my honey They don't like
alone tonight Hold your breath when a black bird flies Count to seventeen and close your eyes I'll keep you safe inside He burns my skin Never mind
Look alive, sunshine 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit You're here with me, Dr. Death Defying I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
a lockable safe And I can't stand it This is a light of my word [Incomprehensible] Of my antennae again Then what's the plan, man? If my velocity starts
Bad news from the zones tumbleweeds It looks like Jet Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an exterminator that went all Costa Rica and, uh, got themselves
suicides We're believers, I believe tonight We could leave this world, leave it all behind We could steal this car if your folks don't mind We could live
the ground With brick in hand, your lip gloss smile Your scraped up knees And if you stay I will either wait all night Or until my heart explodes out
So hold on tight and don't look back We don't care about the message or the rules they make We'll find you when the sun goes black And you want to live
s death or victory On my authority Crash and burn Young and loaded Drop like a bulletshell Dress like a sleeper cell I'd rather go to hell Than be in purgatory Cut my
rollers All you crash queens and motor babies Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys
Sing it for the world Cleaned up corporation progress Dying in the process, children that can talk about it Living on the webways, people moving sideways Sell it till your last days