There’s a party at the neon graveyard
A dixie cup full of sin
My chaperone is playing the trick cards
And all of my good intentions were bad
(Hey)

I’m walking through a ring of fire
With a credit card glued to my hand
And my cellphone is slowly melting
‘Cause you know I’m still a friend of the band

I’m with the band
I’m with the band
I’m with the band

I got a heart full of napalm
And a black bouquet
I’m taking calls from your mom
Asking if I’m okay
(Hey)

I’m walking through a ring of fire
With a credit card glued to my hand
And my cellphone is slowly melting
But you know I’m still a friend of the band

I’m with the band
I’m with the band
I’m with the band
I’m still a friend of the band

(Hey)
I’m with the band
I’m with the band
I’m with the band