Text: Dillinger Escape Plan. Highway Robbery.

You'd never imagine
Us bringing a loaded gun
To the ballroom
This party's about to kick off

Tonight is the wrong night
The devil's own are
Only starting up the first round of the fight
So hang on tight

Dear mother, the needle
Is jabbing the womb
Draw back and release
This child of disease

This mob is a riot
The outlaw youth are
Only emptying the first round of the night
'Cause everything's not alright

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise

It's pretty apparent
This boy is a curse
The Christ of the moment
So blow him away

Hey come on and take the new number
If you're next in line
Then kid I got a really big fucking surprise
There won't be a next time

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise

I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
Pulled the wool over our eyes

I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
Pulled the wool over our eyes