Wild Nights - 311

I had to find out

Figure it for myself

Now I have no doubt

What it looks like in hell

Nights of sweet mischief

I lifted quite a few

Let’s light the fuse quick

And see just what this thing can do

Let’s just get crazy with it

Once again give it a spin my friend

We’re gonna test the limits

Where would we be

Without the wild nights

Without the lows and highs

Failing to get it right

Where would we be

Without the wild nights

Barely getting by

The days of getting high

Spinnin' with the rhythm in this world will bring

DJ’s on Friday nights hungover mornings

I wanna live a little

And no it’s not a riddle

Your attention yeah

I want in the middle

Take it up and we hit the stage

Wrecking ball effect is how we rage

Pay the price for months and days

Once in the clouds now it’s just haze

Let’s just get crazy with it

Once again give it a spin my friend

We’re gonna test the limits

Where would we be

Without the wild nights

Without the lows and highs

Failing to get it right

Where would we be

Without the wild nights

Barely getting by

The days of getting high

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Where would we be

Without the wild nights

Without the lows and highs

Failing to get it right

Where would we be

Without the wild nights

Barely getting by

The days of getting high

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh