Barbaric
Alright, we're going to do a new dance
Is everybody ready to dance
If you're ready to dance, remember to shake out your arms
Do the Charleston with your legs
Panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic
Scream
Scream
Okay, shuffle your legs
Twist your torso left and right
Twist left and right
Put your hands up over your head
And panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic
Scream
Scream
Punch your buddy on the right
Smack your buddy on the left
Now just cool down
Stretch your muscles out
Twist left and right
Spin around and panic, panic, panic, panic
Panic, panic, panic, panic
Get your guns
Alright, reload
Check to see if there's one in the chamber
Panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic
Take aim
Okay, breathe out
Breathe out
When you get to the end of the breath, pull the trigger
No, squeeze the trigger
Alright, let's go for a jog
Everybody got your water bottle
Going for a jog
The park's empty today
The sun's just coming up over the horizon
What's that
What are those people doing with those truck tires
What are those things they're carrying
What is that, a knife
Is that a machete
What's that kerosene
What the hell is going on here
This couldn't happen in America
Well, that's barbaric
Is everybody ready to dance
If you're ready to dance, remember to shake out your arms
Do the Charleston with your legs
Panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic
Scream
Scream
Okay, shuffle your legs
Twist your torso left and right
Twist left and right
Put your hands up over your head
And panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic
Scream
Scream
Punch your buddy on the right
Smack your buddy on the left
Now just cool down
Stretch your muscles out
Twist left and right
Spin around and panic, panic, panic, panic
Panic, panic, panic, panic
Get your guns
Alright, reload
Check to see if there's one in the chamber
Panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic
Take aim
Okay, breathe out
Breathe out
When you get to the end of the breath, pull the trigger
No, squeeze the trigger
Alright, let's go for a jog
Everybody got your water bottle
Going for a jog
The park's empty today
The sun's just coming up over the horizon
What's that
What are those people doing with those truck tires
What are those things they're carrying
What is that, a knife
Is that a machete
What's that kerosene
What the hell is going on here
This couldn't happen in America
Well, that's barbaric
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Bridges
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