And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

Hit the lights Let the music move you Lose yourself tonight Let the moment take you Lose control tonight It's a mad, mad world It's a perfect world When you go all the way

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets She's got electric boots a mohair suit Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful You know I read it in a magazine, oh Hey kids, shake it loose together The spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather

Saint Anger 'round my neck I'm madly in anger with you! You flush it out, you flush it out He never gets respect Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets I hit the lights on these dark sets And I need to set my anger free I need a voice to let myself To let

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

How you gonna make it right? Gonna make it right Hop on the train to nowhere baby Don't you wanna hitch a ride? Lights go out and your head starts spinning Someone got you hypnotized Down on the chain, your bad tuxedo Brother can you spare a dime? Count

White lights, train wreck Cyanide sweet tooth suicide She's a still thrill of suicide they say Cyanide in her plastic veins She's a mannequin of misery She's on a bender But she ain't gonna break

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She said she felt the mood right We drunk up off that moonshine We look up at the star lights Ayy, but it don't mean shit if you ain't happy, though And fuck it, let's just see what happens, take a risk, let's take a trip Swervin'