Where did all the good people go, We got heaps and heaps of what we sow I've been changing channels On the TV shows They got this and that With a rattle of tat Man what you gonna do Gimme some truth Now whose side are we on

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

I wish somebody would have told me babe All the love you won't forget And all these reckless nights you won't regret Those good old days Some day, these will be the good old days Someday soon, your whole life's gonna change You'll miss the magic of these

Who's gonna love you better? And I know you do, I do it too Who's gonna be me now? Can she live with your flaws Why do you think we think we know what would happen? Felt it a hundred times We got the perfect eyes, eh eh What if she asked would you tell

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

No, there’s no more questioning I’ll be the one defining who I'm gonna be I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me No more standing in my own way No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally Love me, no more second guessing Let's get

So who you gonna call? The martini police And as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early? It's the star treatment I just wanted to be one of The Strokes Now look at the mess you made me make Hitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcase Miles away from any

No one's ever gonna censor me I won't turn and look away When it's all you wanna see You're the coward, you're the thief And that's all you'll ever be Stay away, decay before I go insane Who knew bliss was such a risk All the thoughts I have I'm too

It's too late to pretend You know me better than I know myself Don't take my heart and put it on a shelf Always someone else The next guy who will Make your cold heart melt I'm gonna give my love to someone else La la la la la She's such a flirt

Annie, girl, let's play house And you can show me what that's 'bout Girl, nobody beat the pussy up like me Who you know that beat the pussy up like me? Girl, I'm gonna lay you on your back Bam-bam, beat it like that I'mma do it to ya, do it to ya I'mma