Strokes Drag Queen Lyrics

80's people dancing, oooh
Always get it right
I'd listen but I can't tonight
I can't tonight, I can't tonight
Well there's something that you do to get it right
And I provide for it
And that's the thanks I get

I don't understand
Your f*cked up system, messing up the city
Try to sell the water
Try to sell the air
Try to sell your daughter
Try to sell her hair

We are one who want to fight(?)
I know there's a gun in your hand
Writhing in your suit

I did not know that
Bring you back to my past
I got my head in my hands
I got my head in my-I got my head in my hands I got my head in my-
I got my head into something that you do to get it right
And I provide for it
And that's the thanks I get

Yeah, that's what you get
Step into the system
Probably found war
Fighting as the victim
Always wanting more
Trying to trick your brothers
Get them to fight it for you

I can not believe my eyes
Got it right but can't unite
Got too close to make it together
I don't know you, how could we get there?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

If I could work some magic
You could change your room
I guess that's a classic
Are you leaning for the door?