Hang On Tight

Well, you're running to the microchips And you're falling on your feet And you're running to the West side And you're trying to be discreet And you're falling for the hip line And you're busting out of here And you're hanging with the sublime And you're living out your fears, yeah (Hang on) But you hang on tight (And you're running around With your face in the ground) Like love at first sight (Hang on) But you hang on tight (And you're running around With your face in the ground) Like it was your last night Your last night And you're dancing on the windowsills And you're popping things that count And you never felt a real slide No significant account And you're going around at warp speed And you're fishing for a break And you're living on the East side And you never feel sedate And you're living in a dream world And you're jumping on the roof And when you're crawling down the hallway You're still trying to act aloof But somewhere in your dark side Everything's fucked It seeps into your vision Of being thunderstruck, yeah (Hang on) And you hang on tight (And you're running around With your face in the ground) Like love at first sight (Hang on) And you hang on tight (And you're running around With your face in the ground) Like it was your last night (Hang on tight) (And you're running around With your face in the ground) (Hang on tight) You hang on tight (And you're running around With your face in the ground) (Hang on) Like it was your last night (Hang on) Well, you hang on tight (And you're running around With your face in the ground) Like love at first sight (Hang on) Yeah, you hang on tight (And you're running around With your face in the ground) Like it was your last right (Hang on) Like it was your last right (Hang on) (Hang on)