Thriller

Yeah. What you critics said would never happen. We dedicate this album to anybody, people said couldn't make it. To the fans that held us down 'til everyone came around. Welcome, it's here.

That summer we took threes across the board,
But by fall we were a cover story,
"Now in stores",
Make us poster boys for your scene,
But we are not making an acceptance speech,
I have found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes,
Every dot-com's refreshing for a journal update.

So long live the car-crash hearts,
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life,
Fix me in 45.

So long live the car-crash hearts,
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life,
Fix me in 45.

I can take your problems away,
With a nod and a wave,
of my hand cause that's just the kind of boy,
That I am.

The only thing I haven't done yet is die,
And it's me and my plus one in the afterlife,
Crowds are won and lost and won again,
But all our hearts beat,
For the diehards.

So long live the car-crash hearts,
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life,
Fix me in 45.

So long live the car-crash hearts,
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life,
Fix me in 45.

Long live the car-crash hearts,
Long live the car-crash hearts.

Long live the car-crash hearts,
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life,
Fix me in 45

Young! F-O-B!
Let's go.