A little after twelve
The function suite was full
Of people I had never seen beforeRipped up ticket stubs
Confettied on the floor
It dawned on me I'd seen it all beforeCool your beans my son
You look a fucking mess
No one's getting out of here tonightHit that button there
The one that just says wrong
And we'll lose our minds to all our favourite songsThrow forward to later
You look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room
I was nailed to my seat
I'm like a prisoner
Getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands
And the threat in your walkAnd suddenly
It lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step
And a grin on my faceIt can't contain me
But you'll need an army
To get me back in my box
Or snap the branches off meA little after four
The function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stubBut here's a helping hand
A voice that's far too close
And I am up and on my broken limbs
Throw forward to later
You look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room
I was nailed to my seatI'm like a prisoner
Getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands
And the threat in your walkAnd suddenly
It lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step
And a grin on my faceIt can't contain me
But you'll need an army
To get me back in my box
Or snap the branches off meAnd suddenly
It lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step
And a grin on my faceIt can't contain me
But you'll need an army
To get me back in my box
Or snap the branches off me
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