Impolite would only be beneath us
It's been what, half a year?
Like nothing ever happened in between us
Fill me in on how you've been
And I would tell you anything
From the same old stories to the new ones
When the nights done, I will just see you around
But that's not what I came for, my amour
I hate to admit it but I miss the war
Gotta get you under fire quick
I'd rather be a riot than indifferent
This means, this means, this means, this means war
Don't shake because I'm never even rattled
It's a good school I've heard of it
You want to move away; surrender from the battle
I just wish you'd open fire on me
So I can see you still worry if I care
From the same old stories to the some new ones
When the nights done, You'll just see me around
But that's not what I came for, my amour
I hate to admit it but I miss the war
Gotta get you under fire quick
I'd rather be a riot than indifferent
This means, this means war
Take cover, take cover, baby
I hate to admit it but I miss the war
Gotta get you under fire quick
I'd rather be a riot than indifferent
Of course you know this means war, yeah
(Fire in the hole, fire in the hole) [x8]
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