Lyrics

They took us out to tango, I thought the war was over  Does It warrant that? Does It warrant that?  Conditioning my skin at the height of fashion  Doesn't warrant that doesn't warrant that  Here's the floor, here's the floor, here's the floor, here's the four is the last four  You clock in you clock out you clock in you clock out you clock in you clock out you clock in    [Chorus] You bury chips to freeze I'd get you that for free Conjoin them at the knees, to suffocate their needs You bury chips to freeze, I'd get you that for free Conjoin them at the knees to suffocate their needs.  Detained in the rain when I took her to the  Four is the last Four is the last Four. Four is  Distain in the rain when I took her to the  Four is the last Four is the last . Four is  Its a thorn in the side its a thorn in the  Four is the last I'm sewn to the seam. I'm soaked to the  Four is the Last... You bury chips to freeze I'd get you that for free Conjoin them at the knees, to suffocate their needs Interviewed by police, rearranging their teeth Tied up from the order of being pyrotechnic thieves  You bury chips to freeze I'd get you that for free Conjoin them at the knees, to suffocate their needs On a cul-de-saq with elephants on my back I'm just a loose screw on the track before we're dancing back to back