Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Fuck your teacher what he taught ya

I'm your knight in shining armor

Taste of metal makes you stronger

Oh, oh, oh

Prom dress on the preacher's daughter

Everybody wants to want her

Hold you close and once I've got ya

Oh, oh, oh

Go where you want

Only to find them there, waiting for you

Alone in the world

Whatever you thought you were is not enough

I'm the lonely ghost

I'm buried at the coast

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Filled your lungs and jumped in the deep end

No one knows exactly where she went

Sheriff swore that he searched all weekend

Oh, oh, oh

Go where you want

Only to find them there, waiting for you

Alone in the world

Whatever you thought you were is not enough

I'm the lonely ghost

I'm buried at the coast

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

(I'm)

(I'm)

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da