All my friends are drunk
Living in the future
All my friends are punks
Never heard the Clash
All my friends vain
But scared of their reflection
Aiming for the wall
But never fell the crash
It's ours to win
We'll keep throwing punches till the walls cave in
Thieves in the temple
Eve and the apple
Everybody's twisted baby tryin' to fit
Headed for the judges
Not for the luggage
Whisper baby we should be shouting
Whoa shouting, whoa
All my friends are straight
Playing being crooked
All my friends are rich
But always strapped for cash
All my friends are sad
But want to live forever
Back against the wall
Face against the glass
It's ours to win
We'll keep throwing punches till the walls cave in
Thieves in the temple
Eve and the apple
Everybody's twisted baby tryin' to fit
Head full of luggages
I'm not full of judges
Whisper baby we should be shouting
Whoa shouting, whoa
Everybody's twisted tryin' to fit
Everybody's twisted tryin' to fit
Everybody's twisted tryin' to fit
Everybody's twisted tryin' to fit
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