[Verse 1]
Let's go get out in the street
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align
For lambs to slaughter
[Hook]
In the photographs
Their eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
[Verse 2]
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Cars are all lined up
Let it go push you around
Oh, what's it amount to?
[Chorus]
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
Upsellers and palm readers want my soul
Post-sermon socialites
Park enchanters and skin tights
All they want's my soul
Yeah, they want my soul
Let's go get out in the street
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align
For lambs to slaughter
[Hook]
In the photographs
Their eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
[Verse 2]
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Cars are all lined up
Let it go push you around
Oh, what's it amount to?
[Chorus]
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
Upsellers and palm readers want my soul
Post-sermon socialites
Park enchanters and skin tights
All they want's my soul
Yeah, they want my soul
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