[Verse] Meet me at the funeral pyre In your black leather and your knee-high boots And your bullet belt and your sword Just like the posters in your room It's a tragedy that we both die so young In a battle that we know we can't win I guess we gotta give the kids what they want Gotta give the kids what they want [Chorus] So gather 'round Gather 'round Tell everyone you know Come on down We're going out We're going out in style We're going out We're going out in style I said "Gather 'round Gather 'round" Tell everyone you know Come on down We're going out We're going out in style We're going out We're going out in style [Verse 2] Meet me at the funeral pyre In your black leather and your knee-high boots And your bullet belt and your sword Just like the posters in your room It's a tragedy that we both die so young In a battle that we know we can't win I guess we gotta give the kids what they want Gotta give the kids what they want [Chorus] So gather 'round Gather 'round Tell everyone you know Come on down We're going out We're going out in style We're going out We're going out in style I said "Gather 'round Gather 'round" Tell everyone you know Come on down We're going out We're going out in style We're going out We're going out in style
