kenickie: classy

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we're on our backs
looking up at the stars
we have a laugh
falling down, scratching cars

watch your backs
hide your knives
i'm the fastest man alive

we make things out of sin
with blood and human skin
we never see the sights
we're out too late at night

we don't need you
we go out by ourselves
we catch the bus
into town, into hell

break your heart
break your face
not that much to look at anyway

we make things out of dust
so we can smash them up
we never see the sights
we're out too late at night

now you know with my lipstick
i'll write on your arms
make the words look like pictures
and that's just the start
of it all

we've got class
we've got style

we're on our backs
looking up at the stars
we have a laugh
falling down, scratching cars

watch your backs
hide your knives
i'm the fastest man alive
we make things out of sin
with blood and human skin
we never see the sights
we're out too late at night
da da da da da da...

we're class, we've got class
we're class, we've got class
we're class, we've got class
we're class, we've got style

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