Yeah
Everybody pay attention to me
I got the answer
I got the answer
Street walking cheetah with a capital "G"
So get your hands up
Now get your hands up

Hide your eyes, we're gonna shine tonight
Sub-atomic never get the best of me
Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul
I sold it long ago for rock'n'roll
Drop the needle when the tape deck blows
Gotta shout this out so everybody knows

This ain't a party
Get off the dance floor
You want the get down?
Here comes the gang war
You do it alright
I got the answer
Cause all the good times
they give you cancer

If we were all like you in the end,
Oh we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in
So hit the lights I'll do it again
And keep your cars, and your dogs and your famous friends

Slide up the faders when the cabinet slams
And get your hands up
Now get your hands up
Light up the stage and watch me kick out the jams
So throw your fist up, now throw your fist up

Ain't nobody gonna take my life
Ain't nobody gonna get the best of me
Ain't a preacher gonna save me now
Grab a seat I'm gonna show you how
Everybody hit the pyro cue
We're gonna blow this off and show you what we do

This ain't a party
Get off the dance floor
You want the get down?
Here comes the gang war
You do it alright
You got the answer
Cause all the good times
They give you cancer

Alright do it again
Or maybe kill ourselves but live again
With the lights off do it again
Till you cuss and you dance and your famous friend's flown away
Flown away
Flown away

Oh oh oh

Alright
Kill the party, kill the party tonight
We'll kill the party, kill the party tonight
Let's go!

This ain't a party
Get off the dance floor
You want the get down?
Here comes the gang war
...
When we kill ourselves but live again
With the lights off do it again
So everybody get down (everybody get down)
Till the party breaks down (till the party breaks down)
Everybody get down (everybody get down)
Everybody get down (everybody get down)
Till the party breaks down tonight