What A Ride

Tattoo parlour, 1 a.m.

Staring at the floor

You say don't be nervous

Whatchya nervous for?

What if I mess it up

And can't take it back?

Nothing is permanent and that's a fact

Someday, all of this flesh will rot away

Some things never change

I hope I do

I hope I do

I hope I

Burn it all down

Wear it all out

Fight and fuck off

Kiss and make up

Step outta line

Go out of my head

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

In your arms now

Here I am on the dance floor

You say don't be nervous

Whatchya nervous for?

But if I mess it up

And can't take it back

Nothing is permanent and that's a fact

It's a dust-up

It's a strobe light

Some things never change

I hope I do

I hope I do

I hope I

Burn it all down

Wear it all out

Fight and fuck off

Kiss and make up

Step outta line

Go out of my head

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

So, are these years the best years of my life?

Have they already come and gone by?

If you could, would you go back and do it twice?

What a ride

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?

Can we burn it all down

Wear it all out

Fight and fuck off

Kiss and make up

Step outta line

Go out of my head

Oh, what a ride, can we go again?