We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

Faces in the crowd Faces in the crowd will smile again And the devil may cry The devil may cry at the end of the night They will parade upon your victory It won't be in vain To swallow all your pain And learn to love what burns And gather courage to

Won't we see once again In foreign soil, in foreign land Who will guide us through the end, oh Only in the way you want it Only on the day you want it Only with your understanding and every single day you want it City with the weight upon it City in the

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

Say you wanna get in And then you wanna get out When you get the money To buy yourself a castle How will you wear your leisure Zipper back and front On the fence together Weekends in leather Flip to the right

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

Walking in the wind You will find me And you will find me In places that we've never been For reasons we don't understand Awh, goodbyes are bittersweet But it's not the end I'll see your face again A week ago you said to me

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week