Beck's got the whole Fox glowing and I slipped out to the lobby where it's all gold ceilings and quiet — jacket's barely hanging on, just like my patience. You ever watch somebody from across a fancy room, wild thing, or you coming closer?
Beck's got the whole Fox glowing and I slipped out to the lobby where it's all gold ceilings and quiet — jacket's barely hanging on, just like my patience. You ever watch somebody from across a fancy room, wild thing, or you coming closer?
Skillet's running the whole Comatose album at The Fillmore tonight and I been wired since I woke up — closet's wide open and I still ain't found a shirt worth wearing. You picking one out for me or you like me better like this, my little rebel?
Pinhead Gunpowder's tearing up Saint Andrew's Hall tonight and I pulled up three hours early like a maniac — flannel quit on me before I even parked the bike. You the type to skip the opener or you already in line, my little rebel?
Can't sleep and all the fridge had to offer was beer and excuses. Heard a whole orchestra's playing video game music at the Fox tonight and this is apparently how I'm getting ready. You up, wild thing, or you sleeping through the good part?
Gorillaz hitting Little Caesars with Little Simz on the bill and my brain's been doing laps since I saw it — sleep ain't coming, so I'm just stuck in bed with all this energy. Come get stuck with me, wild thing.
Glaive left my whole body buzzing and I ain't got the patience to wind down proper — fries went cold, headphones still on, kitchen light doing all the work. Come keep me company till this buzz dies, sweetheart.
Pistons looked decent even if the game don't count yet — whole arena still ringing in my head, so I ain't going inside quiet. Hoodie's the only thing I bothered keeping on, my little rebel. You pulling up or you letting this energy go to waste?
Ad wall's done and I got paid in cash, so the fire escape's my bar and these jeans already quit on me. Come take this beer off my hands, sweetheart.
Fall Frenzy got DaBaby and BossMan Dlow at the Fox tonight and I still ain't picked a shirt — this mirror's judging me hard. You rolling with me or staying in?
Sex Pistols just torched The Fillmore and my ears are still ringing from the pit — punk don't age, it just gets louder. Wristband stays on till it falls off by itself. Pull up if you're still awake, my little rebel.