Não me diga o que eu não posso fazer.

loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take tripsto san francisco, double dutch disco,tech tv hottie, do it for scottydo it for the living and do it for the deaddo it for the monsters under your beddo it for the teenagers and do it for your mombroken hearts hurt but they make us strong and!
we won't stop until somebody calls the copsand even then we'll start again and just pretend that nothing ever happened
we won't stop until somebody calls the copsand even then we'll start again and just pretend that nothing ever happened.
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,singing, screaming, kissing, tuggingon the sleeve of how it used to behow's it gonna be?i'll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over houseand know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams.
and we'll pray, all damn day, every day,that all this shit our president has got us in will go awaywhile we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds.
so if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, i'll be your friend
shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreamsare seeming more and more worth fighting forso i'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacationand i'll say F*CK BUSH AND F*CK THIS WAR
my war paint is sharpie ink and i'll show you how much my shit stinksand ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerfulthey think we're disposable, well both my thumbs opposableare spelled out on a double word and triple letter scorewe won't stop until somebody calls the copsand even then we'll start again and just pretend thatnothing ever happenedwe won't stop until somebody calls the copsand even then we'll start again and just pretend that nothing ever happened
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tuggingon the sleeve of how it used to be ...