Thriller (Album Version)

That summer we took threes across the board But by fall we were a cover story Now in stores Make us poster boys in the scene But we are not making our accepting speech I have found the safest place To keep all our old mistakes Every dot-com's refreshing for a journal update So long live the car-crash hearts Cry on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in forty-five So long live the car-crash hearts Cry on the couch so the poets come to life Fix me in forty-five 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 at the afterlife Crowds are won and lost and won again But all our hearts beat For the diehards So long live the car-crash hearts Cry on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in forty-five So long live the car-crash hearts Cry on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in forty-five Long live the car-crash hearts Long live the car-crash hearts Cry on the couch so the poets come to life Fix me in forty-five