Yeah
What you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn’t make it
To the fans that held us down till everybody came around, came around
Welcome – it’s here

That summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story
Now in stores
Make us poster boys in the scene
But we are not making our accepting speech
I have found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every dot-com's refreshing for a journal update

So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch till the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five

So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch so the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five

I can take your problems away
With a nod and a wave
Of my hand, cause that's just the kind of boy
That I am
The only thing I haven’t done yet is die
And it's me and my plus one at the afterlife
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But all our hearts beat
For the diehards

So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch till the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five

So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch till the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five

Long live the car-crash hearts (long live the car-crash hearts)
Long live the car-crash hearts (long live the car-crash hearts)

Long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch so the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five

Young
F-O-B
Let’s go...