I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press

(Put your hands up) Like a strobe light light light light, light, light Like a strobe light Drop in your arms And if I can get for a second, Your stu-stutterin' I I I want you to stay Strobe light

Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind Everything all the time He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome And she was terminally pretty She held him up and he held her for ransom In the heart of the cold, cold city He had a nasty

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe Red lips and rosy cheeks He's so tall, and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well Wildest dreams (ah ah) You see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Some

Just another heartache in waiting Just another sweet talking dream that ends in lonely nights Just another handsome breakup And he'll be gone before the morning light But he's my mistake to make, all night (night, night, night) But he's my mistake to

Now choose this day Who you will serve To be the light In a darkened world Become the light In this darkened world It's in your hands I've seen so much corruption And it's hard to endure

The day has come We belong with the living dead of the night Hold on to me baby His bony hands will do you no harm It said in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one Wake up baby and taste the dirt We're six feet under and still in love Hear the

Don't shoot love baby Don't shoot love Don't shoot When you get that feeling I got my hands up screaming Shoot the lights out Got my hands up screaming So go ahead pull the trigger Go ahead pull the trigger