[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 become signal paths
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
Tattoo guy pushed me around
But what's it amount to?

[Chorus]
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
That cold December, Eaton meters want my soul
Post-sermon socialites
Park enchanters and skin tights
They all want my
They all want, they want my soul
[Hook]
In the photograph
Your 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 3]
Let's go losе track of time
Somebody's gotta
Somewhеre, the stars are aligned
For lambs to slaughter

[Chorus]
Educated folk singers want my soul
Jonathon Fisk, still, he wants my soul
Nice young men are in college quads
Sad cops in police squads
I'm not braggin'
I'm just sayin' they want my soul

[Outro]
Oh, ah, they want my soul
Oh, ah, they want my soul