You made this harder than it had to be
The absolute marker, etching into me
You flashed your colors at me, way prematurely
Now I know what you're up to and it feels so good
It's right
We've got your number written
Reset the system screaming
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
These sitting ducks in season
The march of little children
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
The truth will cut you down to pieces
One eighty four, lets burn it down
If I can't keep from living with this regret
I'll need to change the way I think about us
I listened to them chuckle as they eat
Their judgment hiding behind eyes and dirty teeth
You think I care for all these phony pleasantries
when I want nothing to do with, I want nothing to do with your life
We've got your number written
Reset the system screaming
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
These sitting ducks in season
The march of little children
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
The truth will cut you down to pieces
One eighty four, lets burn it down
If I can't keep from living with this regret
I'll need to change the way I think about us
(Bye, bye, bye!) (x2)
Baby, I'm bad company
and you don't have a mark
You're the prettiest thing I have ever seen
Come with me, I want to make you dirty
One eighty four, let's burn it down
I need to change the way I think
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
x9