Walking up to me

Expecting

Walking up to me expecting words

It happens all the time

Present company excepted

Present company

Except the worst

It happens every night

Ah-ahh

Present company

Excluded every time

Ah-ahh

Present company

The best that you can find

Talking like a jerk

Except you are an actual jerk and living proof

That sometimes friends are mean

Present company

Expect it

Present company just laugh it off

It′s better than it seems

Ah-ahh

Present company

Excluded in every way

Ah-ahh

Present company

Makes me wanna stay

Killing it with close inspection

Killing it can only make it worse

It sort of makes it breed

Present company accepting

Presently we all expect the worst

It works just like a need

Ah-ahh

Present company

Excluded in the night

Ah-ahh

Present company

Included in the fight

Ah-ahh, ah-ahh, ahh, ah-ahh

Don't you want me to wake up?

Then give me just a bit of your time

Arguments are made for make-ups

So give it just a little more time

We′ve got to bring the resources

I wanna play until the time comes

Forget your string of divorces

Just go and throw your little hands up

It's late, oh

I miss the way the night goes

With friends who always make it feel good

This basement has a cold glow

Though it's better than a bunch of others

So go and dance yourself clean

Go and dance yourself clean, yeah

You′re blowing marxism to pieces

Their little arguments to pieces

Show

It′s your show

It's your show

It′s your show

It's your show

Put your little feet down

And hang out

Every night′s a different story

It's a thirty car pileup with you

Everybody′s getting younger

It's the end of an era

It's true

And you go

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

Stop, stop, stop

Break me into bigger pieces

So some of me is home with you

Wait until the weekend

And we can make our bad dreams come true

And it′s a go, yeah, it′s a go

And if we wait until the weekend

We could miss the best thing to do

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Go and dance yourself clean

Oh

Gotta dance yourself clean, yeah

And blow the marxists into pieces

Their little arguments to pieces, oh

Wish you'd try a little harder

In the tedious march of the few

Every day′s a different warning

There's a part of me hoping it′s true