Da na na na na na na Da na na na na Da na na na na na na Da na na na na You got your, Bad News, Whilst the credits roll in silence, We heard the house next door speaking to ours Like a pendulum, With his hallway full of high fives and low tens And some guy left for dead in a bed Da na na na na na na Da na na na na Da na na na na na na Da na na na na Black Friend, Stitches the panels of our history, I too was like the kid who came to school party Up in a bedroom with a razor blade and, Some poor guy left for dead in a bed, Call me Mr Demolition Ball Call me Mr Demolition Ball Call me Mr Demolition Ball Call me Mr Demolition Ba-aaa-aa-ll But we leave problems till the morning, Speckled windows our man shouts without warning (That line is completly wrong, just mumble your way through ;) Right beside me in your troubled sleep but, You can leave me for dead in the, leave me for dead in the, Leave me for dead in the, leave me for dead in the, BED Close your eyes and count to ten, And open them to find Me swinging through the bedroom doors Saying sorry for last night That smile that smile thats half a smile Which Means I'm half way there Halfway to convincing you, Why you ought to care