You got your secrets, you got secrets Well I'll tell ya anything you wanna know We'll stay up all night, we'll clean up alright And you can drag me anywhere you wanna go I feel your pain like a punch in the nose We hang out in the darkest of discos You got your problems, I bet you got some problems Too many boys on the trampoline My lemonade girl, da-da-da-da-dah Fresh squeezing the life out of your dead world I feel your pain like a punch in the nose We hang out in the darkest of discos I feel your pain like a punch in the no-oo-ose We hang out in the darkest of discos I have watched a million footsteps tonight Living under smoke machines and black lights I feel your pain like a punch in the nose We hang out in the darkest of discos I feel your pain like a punch in the no-o-ose We hang out in the darkest of discos I feel your pain like a punch in the no-o-ose We hang out in the darkest of discos