St. Paul & the Broken Bones - The Last Dance

Lose yourself in a song that doesn't make you want to cry
God knows we need it right now
So feel it, feel it, feel it
All alone searching for something that will make my baby smile
Apocalyptic dance groove
Let's do it, do it, do it

Bang bang
Goes the bullet like a train
Bang bang
Goes the feeling through my brain

Bang bang
Goes the bullet like a train
Bang bang
Goes the feeling through my brain

I don't care if people watching me and think I'm kind of strange
Lose myself in music
Feel it, feel it, feel it
End is here, St. Peter lost our names many sins before the last
Let's move it while we can now
Move it, move it, move it

Bang bang
Goes the bullet like a train
Bang bang
Goes the feeling through my brain

Bang bang
Goes the bullet like a train
Bang bang
Goes the feeling through my brain

Bang bang
Goes the bullet like a train
Bang bang
Goes the feeling through my brain

Bang bang
Goes the bullet like a train
Bang bang
Goes the feeling through my brain

Written by:
Al Gamble, Allen Branstetter, Amari Ansari, Browan Lollar, Jesse Phillips, Kevin Leon, Paul Janeway

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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