We've got our stacks of once newly pressed manuals
All glossy inked and illustrated with the finest touch
Of eastern hands highlighting the bad translations

They don't mean much when we don't read much

We've got our chalky hands, velcro shoes, skinned up knees

Grass stains on our Sunday best, Mom and Jesus do detest
So kill the lights, grab the sheets, but now there's reason not to sleep
We're gonna listen to you literal with tongue in cheek


Na Na Na Na Na
We'll Sing

Na Na Na Na Na

If we sang out of tune would you stay?


We've always been told not to dual, start fires in garages
Playing war, playing loud, we didn't care about the blood

In our eyes the days of signing are dwindling
Because, because of the terrible things it does


Na Na Na Na Na
We'll Sing
Na Na Na Na Na


If we sang out of tune would you stay?


Fake nostalgia emulating
Take it back with cap guns drawn
And file sharing's not to blame

It's the dust we've blown from our favorite games
The warble of cassette tapes winding


If we sang out of tune would you stay?