Friday night is the worst night to be alive
Will you help me get out of the firing line?
Still no word from the sisters
Too good for this line
No word from the sisters
Tell me tell me tell me that we're still tired
Sitting on the songs of the back of the bus
It's the best and the worst for both of us
Sitting on the songs of the back of the bus
It's the best and the worst for both of us
Electro, how retro
Dancing at the disco, I am the tempo
Then you know that you're getting old, 'cause you're growing cold
Say what you will, I will see you in hell
Where we're all, where we're all right now
Where we're all, where we're all right now
All of these years
For my sins, for my sins
Sit yourself down and I will get me a pen
Your draw your tattoos and I will ink them in
On your arms, on your skin
All over, all over
All of these years
For my sins, for my sins
Sit yourself down and I will get me a pen
Your draw your tattoos and I will ink them in
On your arms, on your skin
All over
Isn't it funny how you spit all the bad words out
There in the blood as they flow out of your mouth
Oh holy molar, you can be my savior
I will thread you on a string and wear you as a treasure
Under my jumper, under my jumper
The bass beats down and the drums get bigger
Friday night is the worst night to be alive
So shoot me down and we'll all feel fine
Still no word from the sisters
They're too good for this line
No word from the sisters
One God loves, her sticks shine bright
Sitting on the songs of the back of the bus
It's the best and the worst for both of us
Sitting on the songs of the back of the bus
It's the best and the worst for both of us
Sitting on the songs of the back of the bus
It's the best and the worst for both of us
Sitting on the songs of the back of the bus
It's the best and the worst for both of u

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