Lyrics
We sit outside in the dark
And get hit by the strobe light
While we're playing the doors
We play in a bar, we play in a basement
We play in a room where the mix is bright
They help at the door, they age to get in
The artist is smoked, they don't sound like they did
We're ready to move, the crowd is hysteric
Got things on your mind, she likes
Yeah, that's why we've come to collect your bodies
From the lover's sighs of suffering
At least I've been saved, yeah
[Break] (unintelligible)
You're not on the list, you paid to get in
Your boyfriend is mad, it was something you did
The concert's tonight, the bass drum is quick
Got things on your mind, she likes
Yeah, that's why we've come to collect your bodies
From the lover's sighs of suffering
At least I've been saved, yeah
That's why
That's why we've come to collect your bodies
From the lover's sighs of suffering
At least I've been saved, yeah
WRITERS
BEBO NORMAN, BRANDON HEATH
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
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