You there? Yeah. You ready? Not remotely. Good. Lost the lot? Yeah, fuck it, let it go. That's the spirit. That's the problem. WE DON'T NEED A REASON WE JUST NEED A BEAT KICK THAT DOOR WIDE OPEN GET THE STATIC OFF THE STREET Move your feet! Lose your head! If the world says stop— WE SAY NOT YET! Not yet… Not yet… NOT YET! I got sunshine hiding underneath my coat Got a broken little compass and a sinking boat Everybody's talking like they know the score But nobody's dancing when they shut the door So kick it open. Kick it open. Make some noise. Make some noise. If we're going down— WE'RE GOING DOWN WITH STYLE. Is this a bad idea? Probably. Should we stop? Absolutely fucking not. MOVE! [Move!] SHAKE! [Shake!] BREAK! [Break!] STATIC! [STATIC!] Turn it up— Turn it up— UNTIL THE WALLS START BREATHING! WE DON'T NEED A REASON WE JUST NEED A BEAT KICK THAT DOOR WIDE OPEN GET THE STATIC OFF THE STREET WE'RE STILL HERE WE'RE STILL LOUD WE'RE STILL FUCKING MOVING THROUGH THE STATIC THROUGH THE STATIC THROUGH THE STATIC— You there? Yeah. Same shit tomorrow? Probably. Good.
