Never Mistake a Suit for a Friend

Is there anybody out there? Alive or dead?
This heaven's looking like a ghost town, baby black and red
I'm an artist with a shotgun in a dark, dark room
With a chip on my shoulder and nothing left to lose
I square dance with the dead
The pretty little liars all attend
Are we mice? Are we men?
Until the sun goes down again
I've been writing my confession, yeah, I've been keeping score
I was always just a point shy from changing the world
I'm pushing down the fast track baby, silently, dangerously
I'm just a dreamer with a matchbook and a little kerosene
I square dance with the dead
The pretty little liars all attend
Are we mice? Are we men?
Until the sun goes down again
I square up for the bull fight
Between the beauty and black ties
God knows it's a fight we just can't win
So never mistake a suit for a friend
Who are we?
We are more than the enemy
Red hands with a mic and the ministry
Hands up, lights out
Who are we?
We're the spark that you want to be
Red hands with a mic and the ministry
Hands up, lights out now
I square dance with the dead
The pretty little liars all attend
Are we mice? Are we men?
Until the sun goes down again
I square up for the bull fight
Between the beauty and black ties
God knows it's a fight we just can't win
So never mistake a suit for a friend
"Alright you misfits, listen up!
We live fast to die young.
We write songs that haven't been sung
Do you wanna be famous?
Do you wanna be shameless?"
So never mistake a suit for a friend
"They put us up in a glass house with a fistful of rocks
And now we're ready to make a stand
Are you clinically depressed?
Are you chemically dependent?
Do you need a leader?
If so, follow us.
Do what your heart says and fuck the rest."
So never mistake a suit for a friend, yeah