Fake Problems - 5678 lyrics

Five, six, seven, eight Oh, God is good, but I am great I am delusional, I am rock and roll And you're not gonna take it from me, no Ain't there somethin' left to do around this town? The collective shared thought is it's all been done And we're not gonna do it again Let's do it again Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted They've got bullets in their pockets And blood pourin' from eye sockets Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along This place was supposed to be miraculous But my water never turned to wine I've got a really funny feelin' I'm goin' to Hell If I don't make to Heaven on time And I stare at my reflection I watch my chest just rise and fall You know, sometimes I wish that it did not ever come back up at all Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted They've got bullets in their pockets And blood pourin' from eye sockets Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Five, six, seven, eight We can bend you 'til you break Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted They've got bullets in their pockets And blood pourin' from eye sockets Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted They've got bullets in their pockets And blood pourin' from eye sockets Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along Everybody's clappin' along