You've got that sick sixth sense, Where everything you do is a misprint, Pull the thread like a seamstress, And frayed at the edge again. Just put the phone down now, Hang up the reciever while you still can. They'll be fishing for answers for days, We're the ones that got away.
Oh, we could go to Hell and back for this one, Oh, we could go to Hell and back for this.
You've already been there, You've already seen the things, Everything we shouldn't be,
So is there something else, That you should be telling me? You can't be done with the fly-by-night thing, Let's take this to the end. What did the heat tell you, That let all of the drama get inside you, And slowly break through. When somethings got a hold on you, It means you're always coming through.
Oh, we could go to Hell and back for this one, Oh, we could go to Hell and back for this.
You've already been there, You've already seen the things, Everything we shouldn't be,
Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt.
You've already been there, You've already seen the things, Everything we shouldn't be, You've already been there, You've already seen the things, Everything we shouldn't be,