Classy

[ti:Classy] [ar:Kenickie] [al:At The Club] [offset:0] Classy - Kenickie We're on our backs So looking up at the stars 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 too 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 what my lips think I'll write on your arms 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 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 too late at night We make things out of dust So we can smash them up Da da da da da da Da da da da da da