Here comes your song, it's on the radio

Here comes your song, here comes your song

Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along.

We're fucked, we're fucked

There's been an accident, somebody stole your face

We're fucked, we're fucked

You were always something else, there's nothing to replace.

You got some shit to throw out

You got some numbers to erase.

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

How do you spell

Look way around or replace those numbers?

Here comes your song, it's on the stereo

So turn it on, so turn it up

Everybody in the backseat's about to throw up.

We're fucked, we're fucked

There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby

We're fucked, we're fucked

Fuck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peace.

You were always good enough

There was nothing to replace

You got some shit to throw out

You got some numbers to erase.

You got names to forget

Plus some people to call

There was nothing to replace

You've been good enough all along.

You just got settled in

And you wanna get down

And feel like you are loved

Feel like you are loved.

Nobody's mad at you

These people love you

And they wanna see you are bein' strong

Wanna see you are bein' strong.

So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers.

So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers.

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers.

So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

The names and the phone.

Here comes your song, it's on the stereo

Here comes your song, it's on the radio

Here comes your song, here comes your song.

We're fucked, we're fucked

And hung up alone.