The night is perfect.
Take out your blades, get out your guns.
Weâll drink our poison, then wait and see what we become.
Hey boys grab a girl, letâs move until the stars are gone.
Step to the rhythm, letâs give it all weâve got, Whoa
Câmon get up, Whoa,
Get out your guns, Whoa,
Itâs all weâve got, Whoa.
The night is perfect.
Take out your blades, get out your guns.
Weâll drink our poison, then wait and see what we become.
Hey boys grab a girl, letâs move until the stars are gone.
Step to the rhythm, letâs give it all weâve got, Whoa
Câmon get up, Whoa,
Get out your guns, Whoa,
Itâs all weâve got, Whoa.
The stars are gone, Whoa,
Come on get up, Whoa,
Get out your guns, Whoa,
Itâs all weâve got, Whoa.
The stars are gone, Whoa,
Come on get up, Whoa,
Get out your guns, Whoa,
Itâs all weâve got, Whoa.
The stars are gone, Whoa,
Come on get up, Whoa,
Get out your guns, Whoa,
Itâs all weâve got, Whoa.