We come in the middle of the night We don’t care if we shine so bright And we don’t care what you saw Or what you might
We’re gonna make it like those pictures in your mind We gonna rock it like the holy Jackson 5
And we pray to a different God Paper crowns and our wolf suits on We gonna stamp our feet and throw our mouths so wide We gonna make it like those pictures in your mind We gonna run, we are those things out in the wild
Hold your pictures to the light Hold your children every night
And we run with our red shoes on and We don’t know if we’re right or wrong But we will bring you close And show you how to cry We’re gonna make it like a picture in the sky We gonna rock it like the holy Jackson 5 We gonna run, we are those things out in the wild
