Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say   And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade   In an open car or wherever you are   Push yourself too far and it might get hot      Well, I really don't need the confusion   And you know, I just ain't the type   To get all wrapped up in the illusion   Of doin something that I know ain't right, right right      You've got to want to rearrange   And keep it off the record, off the record   You've got to know that we will change   And keep it off the record, off the record, come on      In a crowded room, near the box of boom   To an artificial tune, I see you swoon   Well, you knew all this would turn to mist   If your idea wasn't kissed, why're you so pissed?      Well, I know you don't need the confusion   And I know you just ain't the type   To get all wrapped up in the illusion   Of doing something that you know ain't right, right, right   Right, right, right, right, right      You've got to want to rearrange   And keep it off the record, off the record   You've got to know that we will change   And keep it off the record, off the record      You've got to want to rearrange   And keep it off the record, off the record   You've got to know that we will change   And keep it off the record, off the record, come on      [Inaudible]