Here you take the bomb
Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see yours in the sky, in the sky
It can set me my heart out of my mind
I'm out of time, I'm out of fucking time
I'm a gasoline guy, this is not to leave my mind
I wanna disco, I wanna see me disco
Let me hear you people in the sky, it's my right
One, two, three, four
You got what you've been asking for
You've got the wrong degree
And I've got the same reason
Everything you think and everything you feel is all right
All right, all right, all right, all right
I take you home and I want me to get you hot
You're just a pet in which you're screaming and shouting
More crackers, please, more crackers, please
You want what you want but you don't want to be a god
I want you to not die, who does your hair?
Here you take the bomb from the bomb, a lot, a lot
Here you take the rain from the ram, a lot, a lot, a lot
Here you take the bomb from the bomb, a lot, a lot
He takes the ramp and the ramblin' and the ding-dongs
You've got a new friend the first year of your band
You're cool and I have
They want to set us to cut
I'm so bored that I'll be an attorney
But my stupid book is an all-in-one board
An all-in-one board
Your miracles have made up an all-in-one board
I want more than it, I want more than you
I want more than, I want more than, I want more too
He takes the ramp and the ramblin' and the ding-dongs
He takes the ramp and the ramblin' and the ding-dongs
See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later
