Destroyer
From Oakland To Warsaw
You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you'd heard of everything
Hell no
From Oakland to Warsaw
Don't you know the kids were all wrong
Raise their voices in song
Air comes out, air comes out
I know your style
You've got drastic desires and shit
Warm yourself by the fiery stage
Fiery 'cause I lit it
From Letras Mania