Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say
And I'll make it up to you right now
At the penny arcade

In and open car or wherever you are
Push yourself too hard and it might get hot
Well I really don't need the confusion
And you know I just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up
In the illusion of doin' something
That I know ain't right
Right right?

Youve got to want to rearrange
And keep it off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change
And keep it off the record, off the record

In a crowded room near the box of boom
To an artificial tune
I'll see you swoon

Well you knew all this would turn to mist
If your idea wasn't kissed
Why're you so pissed?

Well I know you don't need the confusion
And I know you just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up
In the illusion of something
That you know ain't right

Right, right? [x3]
Right, right, right?

You've got to want to rearrange
And keep it off the record, off the record
Youve got to know that we are strange
And keep it off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change
And keep it off the record, off the record
Come on