Thriller (Live) Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, what you critics said would never happen

We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it

To the fans that held us down 'till everybody came around

Welcome, it's here

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That summer we took threes across the board

But by fall we were a cover story

Now in stores



Make us poster boys in your scene

But we are not making an acceptance speech



I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes

Every dot-com's refreshing for a journal update



So long live the car-crash hearts

Cry on the couch all the poets come to life

Fix me in 45



So long live the car-crash hearts

Cry on the couch all the poets come to life

Fix me in 45






I can take your problems away

With a nod and a wave of my hand

'Cause that's just the kind of boy that I am



The only thing I haven't done yet is die

And it's me and my plus one in the afterlife

Crowds are won and lost and won again

But our hearts beat for the diehards



So long live the car-crash hearts

Cry on the couch all the poets come to life

Fix me in 45



So long live the car-crash hearts

Cry on the couch all the poets come to life

Fix me in 45



Long live the car-crash hearts

Long live the car-crash hearts

(Long live the car-crash hearts)



Long live the car-crash hearts

Long live the car-crash hearts



Long live the car-crash hearts

Cry on the couch all the poets come to life

Fix me in 45

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