Let it rock you, let it rock you Death of the Prodigy dancer One for the troubles Two for the time Three for the lyrics Four for the rhyme Where's the response? Well this is where I kill the dancer

One, Two, Three So call it what you call it I won't give it up just to save myself I should have known what I started You should know where your heart is But I don't, I won't be a part of Expectations when I grow up But I just won't be afraid of myself

One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

Look what I found Just layin' on the ground But look what I found Somebody who loves me (One, two, three) I'm alone in my house I'm out on the town I'm at the bottom of the bottle I've been knockin' them down

Has man gone insane A few will remain Who'll find a way To live one more day Through decades of war It spreads like disease There's no sign of peace Religion and greed cause millions to bleed Three decades of war

You’re the one You’re the unbreakable heart They’ll try to take your pride Try to take your soul They’ll look you in the eyes Fill you full of lies Believe me they’re gonna try Hijacked when you weren’t looking Behind your back people are talking

And we believe it's not the real me I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me? Somebody help me tame this animal I can't escape this hell Somebody get me through this nightmare No one would ever change this animal I have become

I wasn't hurtin' nobody I wasn't hurtin' no one I ain't hurtin' nobody I ain't hurtin' no one I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue Got my hand in my pocket I'm thinkin' 'bout you There's three hundred men in the state of Tennessee They're

Yeah, we’re alright though She’s kinda hot though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah, she’s kinda hot though (One, two, three, four) They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that We are the leaders of the not coming back’s

It's why we drink too much on Friday nights Why we break and fall back in love Why we roll around in a bed of a truck Why we all stop when we hear that one and she whispers turn it up For a second we're bulletproof We get lost in a song or two The world