Dance apocalyptic
Bands that make her dance apocalyptic now
Bands that make her dance apocalyptic
Bands that make her dance apocalyptic now
Bands that make her dance apocalyptic
You're going crazy
The hitmen always spy you
Do that dance
Smoking in the girls' room
Kissing friends
It's over like a power book
It's floating in the bathroom stall
You're so freaked out
Worried about the bomb threats
You bought a house
But I'm allergic to the house pets
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Credit card
They bought a new wife
Poor shattered little lonely men
But I really, really wanna thank you
For dancing till the end
You found a way to freak out
You're not afraid to freak out
But I need to know
If the world says it's time to go
Tell me, should you freak out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
But I need to know
If the world says it's time to go
Tell me, will you freak out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
You gotta live
But there's zombie in the front yard
Take a bath
But nothing gets the funk off
You're on tv
Rocking in a rollercoaster
'Cause the digits love that rock and roll
Sick and tired
Of food tasting plastic
You want to cry
But you roll without a real b**h
You're asking why
The pain is always equal
But the joy just never spreads around
But I really, really wanna thank you
For dancing till the end
You found a way to freak out
You're not afraid to freak out
I need to know
If the world says it's time to go
Tell me, will you freak out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
But I need to know
If the world says it's time to go
Tell me, will you freak out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
You're going crazy
The hitmen always spy you
Do that dance
Smoking in the girls' room
Kissing friends
Keep a rocking and a rolling
'Cause the digits love that rock and roll
You're so freaked out
Worried about the bomb threats
You bought a house
But I'm allergic to the house pets
Credit cards, a broken down apartment
Just to make enough to pay your rent
But I really, really wanna thank you
For dancing till the end
You found a way to freak out
You're not afraid to freak out
But I need to know
If the world says it's time to go
Tell me, will you freak out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
But I need to know
If the world says it's time to go
Tell me, will you freak out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don't stop
Look at you
You're just like a little old earthquake
Break it, break It
You got to break it
Ain't no order in this court room
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Y'all going to jail
Don't stop
What's the matter?
Your chicken taste like pork?
You have triplets instead of twins?
Does your food taste plastic?
Granddaddy, I think I wanna dance