Текст песни Let's Get Ready To Crumble - The Russian Futurists

I do pop 'cause that's where my heart goes
I don't call it art, no sir
That denotes that when I wrote it
I had other motives, we're
Never saying what we mean
It's all silver screens and lights
And new heights of drama, karma, tension, and clenching fists
Love consists of on and off
It'll build to complement
When it's summed up, the rest is a hoax
'Cause the joke's been summed up now
By the suits, they're choking out your life
In chunks from nine to five, and
You're never gonna get a second back

Come on, let's lose control
We'll sell our souls to a rock and roll ho
We'll be tired before we get old
Until the wind blows, tossing all the bolts of caution
In the end, it all goes to hell
Our love for one night was pure as sunlight
All day, we can have an ending
Still a dream, trapped in a guillotine, and now

I write words 'cause these are the things
I can't say but I'll sing to you
And I know that it's all a cough
But my heart, it just pops like a joint
Here's the point, girl, you should be flattered
My words, they just scatter and drop
To the floor, and they keep me nice and sore
Cold down to the core, and
But I wouldn't take a single second back

Come on, let's lose control
We'll sell our souls to a rock and roll ho
We'll be tired before we get old
Until the wind blows, tossing all the bolts of caution
In the end, it all goes to hell
Our love for one night was pure as sunlight
All day, we can have an ending
Still a dream, trapped in a guillotine, and now

Hey, what do you guys say we strap ourselves
In for a bad trip on the Gravitron, eh?
Yeah!
Two, three, four!