What They Say

We climb out of bed like the rest of you

Post afternoon and we don black suits

But all of us aren't quite as goth as they say we are

We just like fast cars

And we can dance like the best of them

As long as the lights stay low

And the jockey knows what she's doing

And we can dance like the best of them

As long as the lights stay low

And the jockey knows what she's doing

Don't think aloud, so what if our teeth protrude

More than yours do and we perch on stoops

And all of us aren't quite as mean

As the drama queens and the static cling

And we can dance like the best of them

As long as the lights stay low

And the jockey knows what she's doing

And we can dance like the best of them

As long as the lights stay low

And the jockey knows what she's doing