Lyrics:

Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say
And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade
In an open car or wherever you are
Push yourself too far and it might get hot

Well, I really don't need the confusion
And you know I just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up in the illusion
Of doing something that I know ain't right right right
Right right

You've got to want to rearrange it and keep it
Off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change it and keep ya
Off the record, off the record, c'mon

In a crowded room near the box of boom
To an artificial tune I see you swoon
Well, you knew all this would turn to mist of your idea wasn't kissed
Why're you so pissed?

Well, I know you don't need the confusion
And I know you just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up in the illusion
Of doing somethying that you know ain't right right right
Right right
Right right
Right right right

You've got to want to rearrange it and keep it
Off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change it and keep ya
Off the record, off the record
You've got to want to rearrange it and keep it
Off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change it and keep ya
Off the record, off the record, c'mon