We're stuck up in a curfew, let's behave
I began to wonder where do we stay
The ship was in the Ganges, untamed
Sailing from the war house to the lake
What can you do when you're running for bombs
Everything was going so well
Chaos has its way to arrange
Everyone was feeling okay
Everything was in its place
Darling listen common senses do belong to blondes don't they
Watching if the sun drowns into the waves
I began to scanter hail to the king
His picture's on the door, and the rattle is conservative
The pigs are in the farm, and the farmer is baking his pig
What can you do when you're destined for lunch
Everything was going so well
Chaos has its way to arrange
Everyone was feeling okay
Everyone drives too fast
In this town oh I feel down