Lyrics:

Back in the saddle
White Nights
I called sixteen friends down
Let's ride

We're gonna bomb the battlefield mall
We're gonna take you down
We're gonna build a street that's perfect
We're gonna make it last

We're comin' around
Up from the ground
Straight to your heart now
From my mouth
We've got the sound
Gonna give it out
And when we die the world won't end
Just keep on drinkin' till it spins
Colors abound
Gonna sell 'em out

Just wanna know you
What's wrong with that
We'll take you anywhere
But you know we're coming back
Just wanna know
What's wrong with you
You're right across the street
And I don't know what to do

Just wanna show you what I know
I know it's right
If I touch you once tonight
This could turn to every time
Now that I told you
I wanna make it right
Gonna start tonight
We're comin' around
We got the sound be on our side

Everytime!