Everybody two-step in the motherfucker, what? Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Two-step in the motherfucker, yeah

But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon It's nothing that I haven't seen before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest

I feel it in my bones I can't do it alone The gloves are off The wisdom teeth are out What you on about? I'm stronger now I'm ready for the house Such a modest mouse Every time I see you in the world

The endless knot the holy grove The threshold the place beyond I enter, like a newborn child Embracing the eternal Like a consuming fire The knowledge grows When it's cleft Though still patchworked Yet flooding

(I'm gonna getcha) So, don't try to rush honey, love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone (Yeah, you can betcha) Don't wantcha for the weekend, don't wantcha for a night I'm only interested if I can have you for life, yeah

Everything is not what it seems Because everything is not what it seems Well, you know everything's gonna be a breeze That the end will no doubt justify the means You can fix any problem at the slightest ease Yes, please Well, you might find out it'll go

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the

I'm sorry for partying and Bacardi'n What's happenin' in the back yard again It started with a couple friends and some dude in a cardigan Came rollin' in at 3 am I don't know when it's gonna end So for now, I'm sorry for... woah Partying, partying...

For the glory of Hellas Coat of arms reading "Freedom or death" Blood of king Leonidas Call to arms, banners fly in the wind At dawn envoy arrives, morning of October 28th "No day" proven by deed Descendants of Sparta, Athens and Crete Look north, ready

Don't let me go On my own I'm finally free Pull this plug, let me breath Give me whats left of my life You spend your days counting the hours you're awake And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same It's a burden you've been burying in