On a night like this anything is possible
Dance all night or end up in the hospital
One more song, don't stop till the cops are called
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
Speed it up little faster
Break strings and stomp the telecaster
Inside my mind it's a disaster
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
I failed to pass an education
Fed lies to strive for innovation
Still self prescribe the medication
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
The science says that I'm disturbed
The sirens are all that I heard
On a night like this anything is possible
Dance all night or end up in the hospital
One more song, don't stop till the cops are called
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
So fucked up I don't need any alcohol
Still up right I achieved the impossible
Sugar Cult, I'm bouncing off the walls
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
Speed it up a little faster
Black boots and jackets with the patchwork
No, I'm not the only party crasher
Yea yea yea, yea yea
I'm still drunk in the back of an ambulance
Code blue is the only consequence
Been told too many times
I need to chill but I'm rolling the dice
The science says that I'm disturbed
The sirens are all that I heard
On a night like this anything is possible
Dance all night or end up in the hospital
One more song, don't stop till the cops are called
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
So fucked up I don't need any alcohol
Still up right I achieved the impossible
Sugar Cult, I'm bouncing off the walls
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
I just need an invitation
I'll be there, no hesitation
You're the medication
Yea yea yea, yea yea
Speed it up a little faster
Break strings and stomp the telecaster
I'm high as fuck, I'm sorry pastor
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea
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