Stand up on your seat with your dirty feet Fan the flames of love A classy action suit to dance in Break a window and let the sun in Break the silence, it's not a sin Tear down the walls of hate Fill up the empty bowls of the hungry Break the sacs and

I don't even try Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Let the desert wind Cool your aching head Let the weight of the world Drift away instead

Daylight come and we don't wanna go home Dayo, me say dayo Yeah so, we losin' control Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown Let the club shut down (We won't go, oh, oh, oh) From the window (from the window) To the wall (to the wall) This club

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

Turn the key, turn the volume up to loud Roll right, roll every window down Let the whole block know what this is about That beat is hot This is how it goes Welcome one and all to the show

I wanna put you in my car and drive And turn you up loud, roll down all the windows and shout it out If I could press play, repeat, how happy I'd be Wherever I'd go I'd have you there with me You'd be right where you belong Let me put you in a song Well

Turn up the music loud Take the T top down And let the chrome shine Cruise along the river side Feel the wind blow Through your hair through your toes Got your bare feet hanging out the window Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh I saw a red Camaro today

If I'm not all you need Then just set me free I'm down on my knees If you're not the one for me Then just let me be I'm begging you please I'm praying for closed doors and open windows I'll follow where the wind blows Don't be scared to leave

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

Trouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?