Let's Get Ready To Crumble - The Russian Futurists

I do pop 'cause that’s what my heart goes, I don’t call it art, no sir

That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives

We’re never saying what we mean, it’s all Silver Screens and lights

And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin' fists

Love consists of on and off and a built for two coffin

When it’s summed up, the rest is a hoax and some jokes

That’s been drummed up by the suits and

They’re choking out your life in chunks from nine to five and

You ain’t never gonna get a second back

So come on let’s lose control, we’ll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope

We’ll die before we get old;

into the wind we’re tossin' armfuls of caution

Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight and

Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine

I write words 'cause these are the things I can’t say but I’ll sing to you

And I know that it’s all a cop-out but my heart, it just pops out of joint

Here’s the point girl, you should be flattered at how my words they just

scatter and

Drop, to the floor 'cause you keep me nice and sore and cold down to the core

But I wouldn’t take a single second back

So come on let’s lose control, we’ll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope

We’ll die before we get old;

into the wind we’re tossin' armfuls of caution

Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight

Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine