Run, run, run There's no room for your loose lips Tonight Playing "kick the can" at the Anderson's 'round 9 Come by Ronnie Wilson will be there We can play some "truth or dare" We all know you've kissed every boy in town Give me all your tips and tricks, seeing you're not invited Maybe next time you'll be picky, not vile Picky, not vile Picky, not vile Talk, talk, talk All it is or was, speak now You vowed We were kids telling fibs, scared as hell to grow Excel Farewell Dirty secrets, citywide But we still can't look inside All grown up just on the playground of life Close your eyes, count to ten Standing five foot eleven Scared as hell and still just picky and vile Picky and vile Picky and vile I've searched with nothing found Just night games to us now Careless with our minds Selfish old mankind What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? Night games What do we do? Night games What do we do? Night games What do we do? Night games