Tattoo parlour, 1am
Staring at the floor
You say don't be nervous
Whatchya nervous for?
What if I mess it up
And can't take it back
Nothing is permanent. That's a fact.
Some day all of this flesh will rot away
Some things never change
I hope I do
I hope I do
I hope I:
Burn it all down
Wear it all out
Fight and fuck off
Kiss and make up
Step outta line
Go out of my head
Oh what a ride
Can we go again?
In your arms now
Here I am on the dance floor
You say don't be nervous
Whatchya nervous for?
But if I mess it up and can't take it back...
Nothing is permanent and that's a fact
It's a dust up
It's a strobe light
Some things never change
I hope I do
I hope I do
I hope I:
Burn it all down
Wear it all out
Fight and fuck off
Kiss and make up
Step outta line
Go out of my head
Oh what a ride
Can we go again?
So... are these years the best years of my life?
Have they already come & gone by?
If you could, would you go back and do it twice?
What a ride...
Oh, what a ride. Can we go again?
Oh, what a ride. Can we go again?
Oh, what a ride. Can we go again?
Oh, what a ride. Can we go again?
Oh, what a ride. Can we go again?
Oh, what a ride. Can we go again?
Can we burn it all down
Wear it all out
Fight and fuck off
Kiss and make up
Step outta line
Go out of my head
Oh what a ride
Can we go again?
