They took us out to tango,
I thought the war was over
Does It warrant that? Does It warrant that?
Conditioning my skin at the height of fashion
Doesn’t warrant that doesn’t warrant that
Here’s the floor, here’s the floor,
here’s the floor,
here’s the four is the last four
You clock in you clock out
you clock in you clock out
you clock in you clock out you clock in
You bury chips to freeze
I’d get you that for free
Conjoin them at the knees,
to suffocate their needs
You bury chips to freeze,
I’d get you that for free
Conjoin them at the knees
to suffocate their needs.
Detained in the rain when I took her to the
Four is the last Four is the last Four. Four is
Distain in the rain when I took her to the
Four is the last Four is the last . Four is
Its a thorn in the side its a thorn in the
Four is the last
I'm sewn to the seam. I'm soaked to the
Four is the Last...
You bury chips to freeze
I’d get you that for free
Conjoin them at the knees,
to suffocate their needs
Interviewed by police,
rearranging their teeth
Tied up from the order of
being pyrotechnic thieves
You bury chips to freeze
I’d get you that for free
Conjoin them at the knees,
to suffocate their needs
On a cul-de-saq with elephants on my back
I’m just a loose screw on the track
before we’re dancing back to back