作曲 : Benjamin Bridwell
Getting over the worst shit ever and timed it well
Private property Friday night in August when it's hotter than hell
The kids they were babbling just like his
The name of my accompanying friend is not important at all
But no I never met or even seen him before
Hey who
Is lurking for you now
He's in the front seat ducking down
Well I'm searching for leaf clovers little nervous becase
The church service in the atrium
When the lights turned on, lights turn on
There's a security guard security guard security guard
Lights turn on lights turn on
Security guard
Swept up all the charcoal dust for the fingerprints
Maybe under the wrong impression
So we had things that they want
All the items you bought
Hey what you wanna know
Two detectives on the patio
Hey can the lights turn off, lights turn off
A bunch of cops in the yard cars on the lawn
I saw the lights turn on lights turn on
Too many cops in the yard cars on the lawn
Killing time with the small talk
Sweating over the shotgun
Think that I could be making this shit up
It's not like me at all
But not impossible
Light turn on, light turn off, light turn on
Light turn on, light turn off, light turn on
Light turn on, light turn off, light turn on
Light turn on, light turn off, light turn on