Your front page boy is finally here
And he looks so good but he's insincere
If you speak of the devil then he will appear
Oh, your front page boy, well, he's is finally here
Yeah, so
Well, stop the press
Are you waiting for the world to end?
Turn the light off because it doesn't sound like them
And now you're crawling on your knees again, ah
Turn it off because it doesn't really sound like them
(Does it?)
Hey, are you waiting for the world to end, well
Turn the record off because it doesn't really sound like them
Are you hoping that it's just pretend
Turn it off because it doesn't sound like them
Bones will break and blood will spill
(La, la, la)
When death is crawling up the hill
And with every drink that you distill
And it leaves you crawling up the hill
(Now, come on)
(Cry for me)
(Oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh oh)