Boys Will Be Boys

We saw the summer night,

We drank down the sober sky

Left our mark into the concrete

Burned up all our tires sleeping

Words flow as we are fading

Watch the canvas become our painting

Not all roads lead to Rome

'Cause this one leads to the hell back home

Oh oh, this is what we do.

Oh oh, this is what we do.

You can say, it's wasted ignorance.

But we're okay, just living in the wreckage.

Don't you get the wrong impression

It's just business with the worst intentions

We felt the floor fall out

And, well, I guess it's too late now

Guess we'll just count our losses

Fix it no matter what the cost is

Lie down with a view

Fell asleep on top of the roof

Remember when the sky turned orange

Or was it black the night before?

Oh oh, this is what we do.

Oh oh, this is what we do.

You can say, it's wasted ignorance.

But we're okay, just living in the wreckage.

Don't you get the wrong impression

It's just business with the worst intentions

It's just business with the worst intentions

You can say, it's wasted ignorance.

But we're okay, just living in the wreckage.

Don't you get the wrong impression

It's just business with the worst intentions