Cut the kids in half Morning bell Where'd you park the car? Light another candle You can keep the furniture A bump on the head Coming down the chimney

I'm not coming down I'm not coming down, oh I'll be up with the sun You can keep this suit of lights You gotta feel so guilty Got so much for so little Then you find that feeling just won't go away You're holding on to every little thing so tightly

Somewhere nice we can be alone Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up and I'm not around We'll still have the summer after all Hey there summer boy Let's get lost you can take me home Bikini tops, coming off Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

We gotta stand for something Start running, running, it's the rapture Coming, they're gonna catch ya We give it all or nothing, we've gotta stand for something 'Cause it’s the rapture, oh, oh, oh Tonight I'm the last man standing Threw a wish down the

So knives out I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my mouth Squash his head Put him in the pot I'm not coming back Don't look down

Cut the kids in half Morning bell Where'd you park the car? Light another candle You can keep the furniture A bump on the head Coming down the chimney