Agent orange skies
Hang bright above this high school gym
And they believe we're so happy young
And look like pink decorations
In our very best crystals
Oh, and how I wanted to dance
So badly
Agent orange skies
Hang bright behind these factory lights
And jump the freight trains
We're fucking young
And look like pink decorations
In our crystal meth tuxedos
Oh, and how I wanted to dance
So badly
