The kids are ripping into sugar packets

The townies taking off their tavern jackets

I'm in the pews sticking bills in the basket

Praying that they're cool when I come pick up the package



Tonight we're gonna have a really good time

But I want to go to heaven on the day I die

Gonna make like a preemptive strike

Hit the 5:30 mass early Saturday night



Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone

Tell my little lambs that I'm on my way home

Stop by the shop and get a bottle to go

Maybe something stronger if the right guy's on the corner



Bang, bang, bang go the quarter-notes

St. Theresa told me we should rattle our bones

Now we're we're going off to the dial tone

Some kid started blowing on a saxophone



Cheerleaders dream of quarterbacks

Jock Jills go for jumping Jacks

Goth girls love the vampire bats

They want to draw a little blood for their bath



Well, I don't go much for that spooky stuff

I like the lights and the uptempo tracks

You're damn right I believe in love

Because I've been in love and I've loved right back



Bang, bang, bang goes the backing track

Some kid's coming around with a magic backpack

I didn't know that you could dance like that

I'm gonna have to ask you to take two steps back



Sing, sing, sing every song we know

Blowing out the speakers on your stereo

You finally stopped talking about that boy back home

Maybe that's just better, if you want you can sleep over



We're good guys, but we can't be good every night

We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives

We're good guys, but we can't be good every night

Father, I have sinned and I want to do it all again tonight



The townies taking off their tavern jackets

Making guitars out of tennis rackets

It's been getting so the hardest part

Is trying to talk some sense into our sparkling hearts



Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone

Tell my little lambs that I'm on my way home

Yes, yes, yes go the majorettes

They lead the band onto the field with their cigarettes



Bang, bang, bang, she's a cleaning freak

She scrubs the surface until it's sparkling

Neat, neat, neat 'til her fingers bleed

She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me



We're good guys, but we can't be good every night

We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives

We're good guys, but we can't be good every night

We're good guys, but we can't be good our whole lives



She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me

Father, I have sinned and I want to do it all again eventually