Toothless monsters
Raid the nightly parade
It's the way we get paid
For breaking the rules
The testament to fools
And the results of schools
And the breeding pools
Come show me what I've lost
Dance through Sunday
And leave your worries behind
Cause we won't have time
For twisting the facts
To slip through the cracks
And when the sky turns black
There'll be no turning back
So tell me what's the
Plan for the night
I'll be all right
I've gotten good at pretending
I'm here to stay
Guess you'll have to wait
Till the casket's nailed down
So what's the plan for the night?
I'll be all right
I've gotten good at pretending
I'm here to stay
Guess you'll have to wait
Till the casket's nailed down
