Perfectly compressed wider holes between your shoulders
Are we renegade or have we orders, is this a passing phase
All that want can make a fool of you until you're out of breath
You can catch your death if there's comfort here
Here, we turn the lights down low
It's a full time job trying not to work at all
Crack a smile until we look drunk or awful in our best suit
Here, we turn the lights down low
Turn the lights low