We're... on our backs
Looking up at the stars
We... have a laugh
Falling down, smashing cars
Watch your backs, hide the 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 hearts, break your face
You're 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 what my lips think
I'll write on your arm
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, smashing cars
Watch your backs, hide the 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 make things out of dust We're class, we've got class
So we can smash them up We're class, we've got class
Da-da, da-da, da-da We're class, we've got class
Da-da, da-da, da-da We're class, we've got class
We're class, we've got style