The Yeah Thing
Let's fuckin' go
Let's go
It's ironic
You're down here on the floor
While the big cigars
Stuff their mouths
Too close to an early grave
Not far from being saved
Seventeen miles of hotness
Is your favorite pick up line
It's ironic
You're down here on the floor
You're too close to an early grave
Why do you give yourself away?
Why do you fuck so easily?
Why do I give myself away
To be yours?
I have nothing left to say
Just get the fuck out of here
Can you feel them coming?
Creeping in the air tonight, the vampires
Never mind the dark surroundings
You won't die, you'll be alright
C'mon, it's pathetic
How you move them with your bliss
God and Satan
Are split by a thin white line
You're just another face I know
From a TV show
I guess you're down on your life again
Because I am yours
I have nothing left to say
Just get the fuck out of here
Can you feel them coming?
Creeping in the air tonight, the vampires
Never mind the dark surroundings
You won't die, you'll be alright
Can you, can you, can you
Can you feel them coming?
Creeping in the air tonight, the vampires
Never mind the dark surroundings
You won't die, you'll be alright
You'll be alright