Where's the red light
Where's the green light
Where do I go
When do I go
Rearrange
Rearrange
Rearrange
Rearrange
I long for distilled spirits
Not bitter wills
They try to battle futures
That haunts them still
Excuse my presence
Excuse your presence
Lead on your own
Die on your own
Rearrange
Rearrange
Rearrange
Rearrange
I long for distilled spirits
Not bitter wills
They try to battle futures
That haunts them still
I long for distilled spirits
Not bitter wills
They try to battle futures
That haunts them still