Tattoo parlor, 1AM
Staring at the floor
You say don't be nervous
Whatchya nervous for?
If I mess it up and can't take it back
Nothing is permanent and that's a fact
Some day all of this flesh will rot away
Some things never change
I hope I do
I hope I do
I hope I
Burn it all down
Wear it all out
Fight and f*ck off
Kiss and make up
Step outta line
Go out of my head
Oh, what a ride
Can we go again?
In your arms now
Here I am on the dance floor
You say don't be nervous
Whatchya nervous for?
If I mess it up and can't take it back
Nothing is permanent and that's a fact
It's a dust up
It's a strobe light
Some things never change
I hope I do
I hope I do
I hope I
Burn it all down
Wear it all out
Fight and f*ck off
Kiss and make up
Step outta line
Go out of my head
Oh, what a ride
Can we go again?
Oh, what a ride, can we go again?
Oh, what a ride, can we go again?
So are these years the best years of my life?
Have they already come and gone by?
If you could, would you go back and do it twice?
What a ride
Oh, what a ride, can we go again?
Oh, what a ride, can you go again?
Oh, what a ride, can you go again?
Oh, what a ride, can we go again?
(Again and again and again)
Oh, what a ride, can we go again?
Oh, what a ride, can we go again?
Can we burn it all down
Wear it all out
Fight and f*ck off
Kiss and make up
Step outta line
Go out of my head
Oh, what a ride
Can we go again?