There's a place where we can go,
The heads hang low in shame.
Edge is dull, life is full of
Intoxication games.
But they all say, "I hate that."
Argue up, you dirty boy,
Your forty accidents.
Your pouty face is just a ploy.
Your tracks fail to impress.
Shed some light.
The heads hang low in shame.
Edge is dull, life is full of
Intoxication games.
But they all say, "I hate that."
Argue up, you dirty boy,
Your forty accidents.
Your pouty face is just a ploy.
Your tracks fail to impress.
Shed some light.