Doomtree Sadie Hawkins Lyrics

Oye, cierra la puerta. La lucha está afuera. Puede esperar una noche más. Baila antes de que te vas. Vale, baila antes de que te vas. El mundo está quemando. Necesitamos hacer algo.

[Translation: Hey, close the door. The fight is oustide. It can wait one more night. Dance before you go. Alright, dance before you go. The world is burning. We need to do something.]

Let's douse the fire with our sweat Don't get tired on me yet You can rest when you're dead All hands on the deck, let's make this send-off go correct

Toast to the end of the world Like it's supposed to be seen Not for sure, so Kiss the bottle, spin the girl, I forgot But reconfirmed that life can be fine if you make it sacred Take a turn, son Maybe gets you a sermon, a prayer, a folded note beneath my chair But you ready to go? Never gonna know from over there I'm sick of the sound of my voice Kickin' around with this noise when one of the boys said "I don't know what you've got, but baby it looks bad. I don't know what you've got, but baby it looks bad."

If there's a damsel in distress She's too far gone to save, out of time And it don't get better, baby You can't talk me down from this decline You haven't got a chance But you can ask me to dance...
I need a drink, a doctor, a DJ A shrink, a locksmith, a replay To clean it up, seven-second delay Or I'll never get any radio play

Like pass on the right with a stick shift Pass you the mic for the lipstick Flash you a smile 'fore I rip shit This business will kill us, hope you've got other interests

Hold hands, 'till the ship goes down Slow dance, 'till the band gets drowned Romance, had it in the past but I couldn't make it last So you best check lost and found

(I've been here before, I know where it goes) It goes down

So lost, my mind my faith my faith found My voice, my way lost Some friends some fights found

But that's all right 'cause a little bit of melancholy Never really did hurt anybody Even if it a sickness I'm oddly convinced at least it's honest When life gets so tragicomic A mattress with no sheets on it The fact is you have it - the task it to want it

(I've been here before) I don't know what you've got (I know where it goes) It looks bad

If there's a damsel in distress She's too far gone to save, out of time And it don't get better, baby You can't talk me down from this decline You haven't got a chance But you can ask me to dance...