Suppermassive BlackHole Incoming

We put this festival on you bastards!

With a lot of love, we worked for one year for you, pigs.

And you want to break our walls down?

you want to fuckin' destroy us?

well you go to hell.

Planos para sexta á noite

This scene is dead, but I'm still restless
An hour or so until last call, I guess
I shouldn't even be here, much less
Drinking myself into excess

I'm not going home till I'm done

Well come on, we can't go on
Well come on, you can't go home
The night is young
I'm blacking out
But it's been
Fun

Well everything's another excuse
To keep from doing what I want too
Like I would really love to kiss you
But I guess I'm in no condition

I'm not going home with no-one

Well I said that's it I'm not going home with no-one