we get down every friday night. dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight. grand ole opry, we're feelin' alright,
mary prays the rosary for my broken mind. (so don't worry about).
whitman is my daddy, monaco's my mother, diamonds are my bestest friend. heaven is my baby, suicide's her father. opulence is the end.
my clothes still smell like you. and all the photographs say, that we're still young. i pretend I'm not hurt, i go about the world like i'm havin' fun. we get crazy every friday night, i drop it like it's hot in the pale moonlight. grand ole opry, feelin' all right. mary's swayin' softly, to her heart's delight.
i'm on fire, sing that body electric.