Where is your boy tonight I hope he is a gentleman maybe he wont find out
Down down in an earlier round sugar we're goin down swinging
Dance dance we're falling apart to half time, dance dance these are the lives you love to lead
This aint a scene it's a goddamn arms race, this aint a scene it's a goddam arms race
One more night and one more time, thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great
Growing up, growing up...