Asus2 C D Asus2 


Asus2  C            D              Asus2 
Friday night is the worst night to be alive.
Asus2                 C            D    Asus2 
Would you help me get out of the firing line?
Still no word from the sisters
They’re too good for this life
no word from the sisters
tell me tell me tell me that we’re still tight 

Sitting on the songs from the back of the bus 
is the best and the worst of both of us 
sitting on the songs from the back of the bus 
is the best and the worst of both of us 

Electro how retro,
dancing at the disco I am the tempo.
then you know you’re getting old
because you’re going home
say what you will I will see you in hell 
Where were all,
where we’re all right now 
Where were all,
where we’re all right now 

All of these years for my sins, for my sins
sit yourself down 
and I will get me a pen
you draw tattoos and I will ink them in 
on your arms on your skin all over all over

All of these years for my sins, for my sins
sit yourself down 
and I will get me a pen
you draw the tattoos and I will ink them in 
on your arms on your skin on your back all over

Isn’t it funny how you spit all the bad words out 
there in the blood as they fall out of your mouth

Oh holy molar you can be my savior 
I will thread you on a string and wear you as a treasure 
Under my jumper under my jumper
The bass beats down and the drums get bigger

Friday night is the worst night to be alive 
so shoot me down and we’ll all feel fine
Still no word from the sisters
they’re too good for this life
No word from the sisters
One got lost but six shine bright 

Sitting on the songs from the back of the bus 
is the best and the worst of both of us 
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