XY

Boutta break us off, it's a stampede

Of knockers and pixies sneaking 'neath your feet

Best believe when I say

X and Y marks the grave in the town 99

Move your thoughts out the way

For fuck's sake it's just a day

X and Y and then comes Z, Z, Z, Z

Hands up son, in the middle of the night they're listening

Jinxed up run, before you hear them

It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing

It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing

Never found myself, never can be

Didn't wanna wake up, now I never sleep

I'm afraid of the dark

Run and hide if you can

Tripping through mud and paste

Give it up, rest your mind

For fuck's sake we all die so easily

Hands up son, in the middle of the night they're listening

Jinxed up run, before you hear them

It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing

It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing

Like a drug, it's creeping on

I'm afraid to trip and fall into

The end of this alone

Like a drug, it's creeping on

I'm afraid to trip and fall into

The end of this alone

Hands up son, they're listening

Jinxed up run, before you hear them

It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing

It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing

It's the real

The real thing, the real thing

It's the real

It's the real thing, the real thing

It's the real thing