We should have no ending, like limits to a sky Rather hear a good night, let's not say goodbye We should take what's left and make it right (We're gonna make it right) We should sleep all day and stay up all night (We're staying up all night) If London

It's gonna be all right Somehow it's gonna be all right Panic attack, attack Attack, attack, attack Stop and breathe, stop and breathe I can't get my breath Pain beating in my chest Got nothing left Kinda feels like life or death

Right behind the sofa Like one beer can One beer can Lying there on the floor You could see it from the door And Bobby, he discovered it Bobby threw a party His parents left town He told a few people who told a few people, word got around

Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle Now come on baby Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby You move it to the left, yeah You go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah if it takes all night Now take it kinda

We will fight to the death To the right, to the left, This is war To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world from the last to the first To the edge of the earth It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie And the moment to live and the moment to

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

Raise 'em up high If you're with me tonight No can left behind We're on a cold case mission I got your back if you got mine Yeah, we 'bout to solve 'em With every single ounce we got That's right it's no can It's no can left behind

(Dust'n'bone) An' that's all right That's all right Dust n' bones She loved him yesterday He lost his mind today He left it out back on the highway Yesterday's over

You may take my eyes, but baby I'm not blind (Say you wanted to) Spiders in my head, spiders in my mind It all works out all right You know I'm gonna be all right I am the one you left for dead You are the bullet in my head And as you stand over my grave

She only ever walks to count her steps Eighteen strides and she stops to abide By the law that she herself has set That eighteen steps is one complete set And before the next nine right and nine left She looks up at the blue And whispers to all of the