Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say

And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade


In an open car or wherever you are


Push yourself too far and it might get hot




Well, I really don't need the confusion


And you know, I just ain't the type

To get all wrapped up in the illusion


Of doin something that I know ain't right, right right




You've got to want to rearrange


And keep it off the record, off the record


You've got to know that we will change

And keep it off the record, off the record, come on





In a crowded room, near the box of boom

To an artificial tune, I see you swoon


Well, you knew all this would turn to mist


If your idea wasn't kissed, why're you so pissed?




Well, I know you don't need the confusion


And I know you just ain't the type

To get all wrapped up in the illusion


Of doing something that you know ain't right, right, right


Right, right, right, right, right




You've got to want to rearrange


And keep it off the record, off the record

You've got to know that we will change


And keep it off the record, off the record




You've got to want to rearrange


And keep it off the record, off the record


You've got to know that we will change

And keep it off the record, off the record, come on