We sit outside in the dark
And get hit by the strobe light
While we're playing the doors
We play in a bar, we play in a basement
We play in a room where the mix is bright

They help at the door, they age to get in
The artist is smoked, they don't sound like they did
We're ready to move, the crowd is hysteric
Got things on your mind, she likes

Yeah, that's why we've come to collect your bodies
From the lover's sighs of suffering
At least I've been saved, yeah

[Break] (unintelligible)

You're not on the list, you paid to get in
Your boyfriend is mad, it was something you did
The concert's tonight, the bass drum is quick
Got things on your mind, she likes

Yeah, that's why we've come to collect your bodies
From the lover's sighs of suffering
At least I've been saved, yeah

That's why
That's why we've come to collect your bodies
From the lover's sighs of suffering
At least I've been saved, yeah

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Writer(s): BEBO NORMAN, BRANDON HEATH