5678 Lyrics & Chords By Fake Problems

Five, six, seven, eight
Oh, God is good, but I am great
I am delusional, I am rock and roll
And you're not gonna take it from me, no
Ain't there somethin' left to do around this town?
The collective shared thought is it's all been done
And we're not gonna do it again
Let's do it again

Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pourin' from eye sockets
Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along

Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along

This place was supposed to be miraculous
But my water never turned to wine
I've got a really funny feelin' I'm goin' to Hell
If I don't make to Heaven on time
And I stare at my reflection
I watch my chest just rise and fall
You know, sometimes I wish that it did not ever come back up at all

Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pourin' from eye sockets
Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along

Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along

Five, six, seven, eight
We can bend you 'til you break

Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pourin' from eye sockets
Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along

Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted
They've got bullets in their pockets
And blood pourin' from eye sockets
Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts
And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along

Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along
Everybody's clappin' along