You play the game, but you just can’t win

With cowboys and hipsters for your best friends

T minus five tell me how you survive

What keeps you safe won’t keep you alive 

So c’mon

 

Each day breaks like a loaded gun

Sweet fall from grace Miss Golden One

T minus four now it’s out on the floor

Better be blood when you settle the score

So c’mon

 

Tramps come marching up the street

Girl you never do it like you should

Can’t stand still when you hear the beat

Played by the bastard kids of Johnny B. Goode

 

And you outta know

C’mon baby shake your hips

Tonight we dance the apocalypse 

So c’mon yeah

 

C’mon pretty baby

Tell me I’m crazy

Tonight we dance like it’s the end of the world

So baby c’mon

 

C’mon pretty baby

Tell me I’m crazy

Tonight we dance like it’s the end of the world

So baby c’mon

 

C’mon pretty baby

Tell me I’m crazy

Tonight we dance like it’s the end of the world

So baby c’mon yeah

 

Hey

Yeah

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

 

Words & Music by Dan Miraldi

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