Classy

We're On our backs Looking up at the satrs 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 to 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 that my lips thick I'll write on your shirt 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 stairs We have a laugh falling down Scratching 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 to late at night So we can smash them up 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