The kids are ripping into sugar packets The townies taking off their tavern jackets I'm in the pews sticking bills in the basket Praying that they're cool when I come pick up the package
Tonight we're gonna have a really good time But I want to go to heaven on the day I die Gonna make like a preemptive strike Hit the 5:30 mass early Saturday night
Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone Tell my little lambs that I'm on my way home Stop by the shop and get a bottle to go Maybe something stronger if the right guy's on the corner
Bang, bang, bang go the quarter-notes St. Theresa told me we should rattle our bones Now we're we're going off to the dial tone Some kid started blowing on a saxophone
Cheerleaders dream of quarterbacks Jock Jills go for jumping Jacks Goth girls love the vampire bats They want to draw a little blood for their bath
Well, I don't go much for that spooky stuff I like the lights and the uptempo tracks You're damn right I believe in love Because I've been in love and I've loved right back
Bang, bang, bang goes the backing track Some kid's coming around with a magic backpack I didn't know that you could dance like that I'm gonna have to ask you to take two steps back
Sing, sing, sing every song we know Blowing out the speakers on your stereo You finally stopped talking about that boy back home Maybe that's just better, if you want you can sleep over
We're good guys, but we can't be good every night We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives We're good guys, but we can't be good every night Father, I have sinned and I want to do it all again tonight
The townies taking off their tavern jackets Making guitars out of tennis rackets It's been getting so the hardest part Is trying to talk some sense into our sparkling hearts
Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone Tell my little lambs that I'm on my way home Yes, yes, yes go the majorettes They lead the band onto the field with their cigarettes
Bang, bang, bang, she's a cleaning freak She scrubs the surface until it's sparkling Neat, neat, neat 'til her fingers bleed She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me
We're good guys, but we can't be good every night We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives We're good guys, but we can't be good every night We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives
She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me Father, I have sinned and I want to do it all again eventuallyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
