[00:00.384] There's a light in your hair, an apocalyptic glare
[00:07.758] We're in love again, we're in love again
[00:16.263] And it looks just like a comet, fire coming from it
[00:21.198] Oh baby, let's just sit back and stare
[00:23.854] We're in love again, we're in love again
[00:32.507] And I can't stop thinking 'bout it
[00:36.737] My favorite kind of fever
[00:41.422] When you tell me not to doubt it, I tell you I believe you
[00:48.879] I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
[00:53.716] And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
[00:57.664] And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
[01:01.684] Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
[01:05.849] Now there's cash on a stage, doesn't matter what they paid
[01:13.432] We're in love again, we're in love again
[01:21.726] So please don't stand around me
[01:24.444] When she starts her dancing
[01:26.492] I'm feeling like I might catch a case
[01:29.845] We're in love again, I said we're in love again
[01:38.056] And I can't stop thinking 'bout it
[01:42.421] She's probably gonna leave you
[01:46.731] But she tells me not to doubt it
[01:50.203] And I'm starting to believe her
[01:52.951] Understand
[01:54.870] I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
[01:59.251] And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
[02:02.711] And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
[02:06.849] Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
[02:11.566] In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
[02:15.597] We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread
[02:19.557] And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head
[02:23.517] So keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
[02:29.584] Where you been?
[02:32.212] I been in the smoke
[02:38.098] Oh oh, oh
[02:44.401] I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
[02:48.293] And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
[02:52.084] And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
[02:56.329] Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
[03:00.600] In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
[03:04.672] We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread
[03:08.648] And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head
[03:12.816] So keep running out of luck, keep running out of...
[03:17.656] Keep running out of luck

There's a light in your hair, an apocalyptic glare
We're in love again, we're in love again
And it looks just like a comet, fire coming from it
Oh baby, let's just sit back and stare
We're in love again, we're in love again
And I can't stop thinking 'bout it
My favorite kind of fever
When you tell me not to doubt it, I tell you I believe you
I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
Now there's cash on a stage, doesn't matter what they paid
We're in love again, we're in love again
So please don't stand around me
When she starts her dancing
I'm feeling like I might catch a case
We're in love again, I said we're in love again
And I can't stop thinking 'bout it
She's probably gonna leave you
But she tells me not to doubt it
And I'm starting to believe her
Understand
I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread
And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head
So keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
Where you been?
I been in the smoke
Oh oh, oh
I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck
And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front
And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk
Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread
And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head
So keep running out of luck, keep running out of...
Keep running out of luck