Slip back out and step the crowd With their fists to the ground Well, the manner never seemed to push you away Call the television evangelist Tell them all to grab another arm to twist this time And if you're thinking that you might commit You won't unfold what you don't really know
Something tells me that you're never gonna stop 'til you get what you want Don't you tell me That you never even thought Maybe we could run Oh, oh, oh, oh Maybe we could run Oh, oh, oh, oh Maybe we could run
Pick a fight, set the house on fire With bombs in your eyes Well, the matter never seemed to make you afraid Hit the ground running, Los Angeles Find another naive arm to twist tonight And if you're thinking that you'd like to quit That's fine, you never wanted it anyway â Something tells me that you're never gonna stop till you get what you want Don't you tell me That you never even thought Maybe we could run Oh, oh, oh, oh Maybe we could run Oh, oh, oh, oh Maybe we could run
Oh, don't stop, don't stop It'll never get closer Run down rooftops Shoulder to shoulder
Something tells me that you're never gonna stop 'til you get what you want Don't you tell me That you never even thought Maybe we could run Oh, oh, oh, oh Maybe we could run Oh, oh, oh, oh Maybe we could run
Compositores: John Joseph Joyce (Joyce Jay), Chase Alexander Lawrence, Joseph J Iii Memmel, Ryan Patrick Winnen (Coin), Zachary John Dyke ECAD: Obra #23944709 Fonograma #32248266