So soak it all up, let it sink in Crank it up loud, all the way to ten Raise your cup to the sky Tip 'em back to friends and let your party lights shine On top of the world in the back of a truck Livin' like the sun ain't comin' back up Need a buddy

And a lot more action With a little less talk A little less talk If you please A lot more loving Is what I need Let's get on down To the main attraction I was getting kinda tired

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

Here you will forever dwell I welcome you to Hel Here hunger is your plate Here famine is your knife Welcome to my humble home Your soul is mine to keep There are no walls of rock and stone Yet no one ever leaves Yeah, those who die of age and plague

They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him and he felt a spark Tingle to his bones 'Twas then he felt alone And wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate They walked along by the old canal

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

Ooh, I'm not ready My head in the sand sometimes It's not the right way to go Yes, it's easier to bury But I pray for the ground to swallow me whole Ooh, I’m not ready Show me distraction Even for just one night 'Cause it's easier to bury

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in

Guardians of Asgaard We're the guardians Cause we are Standing firm against all odds Guarding the most sacred home We protect the realm of gods Our destiny is carved in stone

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