With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins   and elbows sliding off the bar,   we speak and breathe and charm our way   under trains and between cars.   I’m drinking whatever you’re buying   if you’ve got enough left to see it through   I say we soak ourselves to the bone.   I’m not going home unless it’s with you.   Kickstart the night   and drown the world facedown in a loud song.   Let’s start a fire   and let the scorned drink to things gone wrong.   We won’t appreciate these days until they’re all gone.   We never recognize what’s right.   So here’s to thing gone wrong.   I need some kind of savior to pull me from this seat.   From the people, from the smell, from the price, from the heat.   From the way they purchase hope with their last of change,   while they try to look different,   but they’re all the same.   I got one more song left on the jukebox   and then I’m all yours.   I got two left feet so tired of standing,   let’s hit the door before we hit the floor.   Kickstart the night   and drown the world facedown in a loud song.   Let’s start a fire   and let the scorned drink to things gone wrong.   We won’t appreciate these days until they’re all gone.   We never recognize what’s right.   So here’s to thing gone wrong.   I’m not going anywhere where they know me, anytime, anymore.   Sidestep the misspent souls from high school   I spent years learning to ignore.   And the masses of throbbing kids in tight t-shirts packed into this bar.   All praying for half an hour of romance  all half lucky they made it this far  So with a night two years in the making   and a half a mind to run as fast as I can,   amidst a life spent going crazy.   Come and save me from inside my head  Kickstart the night   and drown the world facedown in a loud song.   Let’s start a fire   and let the scorned drink to things gone wrong.   We won’t appreciate these days until they’re all gone.   We never recognize what’s right.   So here’s to thing gone wrong.   Kickstart the night   and drown the world facedown in a loud song.   Let’s start a fire   and let the scorned drink to things gone wrong.   We won’t appreciate these days until they’re all gone.   We never recognize what’s right.