One, two, three.
There's a scandal in the city.
Lots of rumors flying around.
Been given all my money.
What I lost they found.
Sometimes life is a matter of just having to leave.
Setting up the situation to destroy the city.
It'll be peaceful the weekend.
We're dancing till we drop.
It's alright.
It'll rest on the weekend.
We're all to step to stop.
I want to see the trouble.
It causes me much pain.
I don't understand.
Why should we stand
for that in the rain.
Sometimes life is a matter of just having to leave.
Setting up the situation to destroy the city.
It'll be peaceful the weekend.
We're dancing till we drop.
It's alright.
It'll rest on the weekend.
We're all to step to stop.
Stop my static, Lord.
It'll be peaceful the weekend.
We're dancing till we drop.
We're done to the city.
It'll rest on the weekend.
We're all to step to stop.
Stop, yeah.
Take a lightsmith through the air.
And suck the jets to everywhere.
And when the headlines hit the streets.
That could all be well-gained.
Set a lightsmith through the air.
And provide some atmosphere.
Cause maybe love will decide.
We're all just scared to stop.
Stop the misery.
No peace for the wicked.
When I think to withdraw.
There's no rest.
No rest for the wicked.
We're all just scared to stop.
Stop.