[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
[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 lose track of time
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align
For lambs to slaughter

[Chorus]
Educated folk singers want my soul
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul
I got nothing I want to say to 'em
They got nothing left that I want
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know it
They want my soul

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