I've got a little secret
That I'm not spilling
I'm hot on a scent
I can't stop smelling
'Cause it's stuck in route.
No, it won't wash out.
Here's a beat to bop to.
There's a hand to hold.
Identify a dance floor.
Don't have to go home.
So don't go home.
I wake up for raw nights
I drink up the daylight
Stay in my line of sight
I'll be out back when you want to run.
Excuse me: do you have a minute to talk about rock & roll?
They say the city
Has lost its soul
Forget the gritty
Hello to the money rolls
Now I'm on the microphone
And you're listening,
So it goes to show.
Then we can all let juiced
If there's a space for crazy
Then we can all let loose.
I wake up for raw nights
I drink up the daylight
Stay in my line of sight
I'll be out back when you want to run.
It's a five-alarm. It's a five-alarm.
Let's go to filthy pieces and start shaking your arms.
It's a five-alarm. It's a five-alarm.
Riot on the dance floor and start shaking your arms