We don’t really fuck around here
Come to think about it
We don’t really fuck around anywhere
We don’t really fuck around here
Yet our ego does
And nothing there
Will get the best of us
Slow on the floor
Watch the show
it’s soon over
We’ll feel the cool air
Moving in and the pyrotechnics
Burn your skin
Roll down to my station
Categories, words, and conventions
Are too much for my head
Ditch the names and come in instead, ‘cause
We don’t really fuck around here
Come to think about it
We don’t really fuck around anywhere
We don’t really fuck around here
Yet our ego does
And nothing there
Will get the best of us
We don’t really fuck around here
Come to think about it
We don’t really fuck around anywhere
We don’t really fuck around here
Yet our ego does
And nothing there
Will get the best of us
Slow on the floor
Watch the lights go
Now it’s over
We’ll feel the stale air
Tearing through us
A complicated, poison vice
Roll down over my heart
Bleed me out and give me a false start
It’s too much for my head
So, ditch the hangups come in instead, ‘cause
We don’t really fuck around here
Come to think about it
We don’t really fuck around anywhere
We don’t really fuck around here
Yet our ego does
And nothing there
Will get the best of us
Slow on the floor
Watch the show
it’s soon over
We don’t really talk about it
Come to think of it
I don’t really talk about anything
Slow on the floor
Watch the lights go
Now it's over
We don’t really talk about it
Come to think of it
I don’t really talk about anything
We don't really fuck around here