Well first things first, we've gotta find a way.
To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day.
We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check,
You better watch your back, we want your neck.
Nothing but rotten apples lay here lightyears from the tree.
Got thrown out of the house at the ripe age of three.
I'll do my very best to keep my feelings off my chest.
And out of your neck, out of your neck
We're things that go bump in the night that you can't see.
Yea, we're the mishaps that always happen in threes.
This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery.
Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me.
We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see.
Yea, we're the mishaps that always happen in threes.
This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery.
Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me.
We're the dreams that crumble into nightmares while you sleep.
Yea, we're that feeling someone's watching from the street.
This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery.
Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me.
Lyrics: (I'll skip the first part)
Well first things first, we've gotta find a way. To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day. We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check, You better watch your back, we want your neck.
Nothing but rotten apples lay here lightyears from the tree. Got thrown out of the house at the ripe age of three. I'll do my very best to keep my feelings off my chest. And out of your neck, out of your neck
We're things that go bump in the night that you can't see. Yea, we're the mishaps that always happen in threes. This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery. Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me.
We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see. Yea, we're the mishaps that always happen in threes. This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery. Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me. We're the dreams that crumble into nightmares while you sleep. Yea, we're that feeling someone's watching from the street. This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery. Why the light of day is shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me.