Do you flex the strips on thee own orange? Do you bump the chest for the sweet danger? Oh sweet danger And I thank that she has no care If shes burned in the final flare And they say she is scorched And dancing with longing And she sings back to life And it's louder than the kick drum And it's louder than the snare And it's louder than the toms that sit beside of her. Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm) Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh And we drove across the bridge And we missed the exit For treasure island, But I was so excited Just to be in your car Oh fuck treasure island, Oh fuck treasure island. My smile's as white as the bay Did you see, didn't I? For hours and hours and hours I was alive that day. Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)