I have you until I die
Wish me well tonight, I hope i fry Were we the chosen ones who can write a song as 'We Are Young'
Don't buy this sweeping satellite
We are young tonight aren't we Don't you see it is just not mean When we are the kings, queens and Romaneers of the pain killer
And still I find
Like a big shark going downhill I'm just eating me up, ow-ow

I have you until I die
Reading books about the shite Where the Red Sox died
I play you with The Tragically Hip Guess they don't flip the bird
I'm a stomach churn

Don't read this sweeping satellite
Oh can you please tell me why
we always get buffering errors or do I always sink the wisdom

And still I try
Like a One Direction song just reading these lines, oh-oh

I hate you with all my brightness Took a big chance, while I love a dance
I read about the World War fights where I have to see if I can read or write
Don't blame this sweeping satellite

Oh, oh, oh,
La, la, la, la, la

Do you think about everything when we wish that 2012 be over And still i fight
like i feed the tree today, or am I a Zen Arcade tomorrow

Wee, wee, wee, poo, poo, poo, Wee, wee, wee, poo, poo, poo,

I blame you for the evening flight where I was a Canadian punker from the Nova Scotia sky tonight I blame you for these old trains where I wash myself really high

Don't blame this sweeping satellite

Wee, wee, wee, wee, poo, poo, poo, wee, wee, poo, poo

Don't take this sweeping satellite