Concrete dream. I'm gonna make a scene radio. Covered in gasoline. Sleeping in reverse. And everybody's bouncing off the walls. Bombs away. It's just another day. Of idle threats. The secret alphabet. And I wouldn't sweat it. And everybody's bouncing off the walls. (Im bouncing off the walls!). Alright. Concrete kiss. Come on and do the twist. The radio. My little exorcist we're all getting pissed. And everybody's bouncing off the walls. 'Cause it's all that I want. And I want to be free. I got Satan riding next to me. 'Cause we're all bloody freaks. And we'll give you the creeps. Chasing fireflies and zeroes