Custom Scenes And The Parties That Make Them Lyrics & Chords By Johnny Foreigner

Wooo!

Don't walk, don't walk, don't walk, don't quit
Don't walk, don't walk out of there
They need you armoured
And sure, you could still do with a friend
(?) of every bitter end
Than picking at stitches and overusing metaphors like
Dark harbourzz party scene
How they make it see the customs, but the customs won't fit
And you don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't walk out on them

Do you still think of quiet spaces as airport lounges?
Are you sleepwalking to stay in shape, cause when you're round we'll celebrate

I guess we'll cool it with air
Well perhaps a taxi, traffic taking over Times Square
Look how we bleed on your sheets
These bleeders come on your sheets
Keeps the rates down, and your rates are pretty cheap
I'm still chain smoking just to stay out of shots
Keeping me out of (?)
You'll be measured out in blocks
At least the concierge don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't know what's upstairs

Do you still think of quiet spaces as airport lounges?
Are you sleepwalking to stay in shape, cause when you're round we'll celebrate

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

(And when the yard is full, we'll smash the locks
and open the gates to the park for the overspill)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

We'll throw parties in the yard
(We'll throw parties in the yard)

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Hahaha.