45 (Live At Radio City Music Hall)

[Verse 1]
Count the steps around the park
Consider drinking it in the yard
Hang the words of a perfect stranger
In the hallways of my heart
'Cause all the blessings are somebody else's
They're flowers in my neighbor's pot
I'm torn exactly into two pieces
One who wants you and one who's gone dark

[Chorus]
But I'm still inside (Oh) your fast machine (Oh)
Always holding your love supreme
My 45s (Oh) spinning out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side

[Verse 2]
Are my hopes finally gonna waste me?
Am I the worst compass I could know?
I took the bus across the bridge
Sold my bedroom from my home
Maybe it's the East Coast in the music
Or the endless road from the past
But while you're praying at the '90s
They're carving up anything that lasts

[Chorus]
And I'm still inside (Oh) your fast machine (Oh)
Well, I'm always holding your love supreme
Our 45s spinning out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side

[Bridge]
Whoo
You look like the stranger that I know best
You look like the stranger that I love best

[Spoken]
Do it with pride (ohhh ohhh ohhh)
One more, blow the fuckin' roof off
Make up for it later
And before I finish the song I want to say one more, this is no shade to anyone, but we don't do encores, it feels fuckin' weird. So this is the moment where... thank you, I do appreciate having an audience that feels comfortable calling me motherfucker... and I do want to tell you guys that there's a culture that I may have been involved in creating and it's, um, abusive, and it's much like I've done with any family, I've taken the bit so far that I have no choice but to live in it, it's a horrible existence, but, um, I do love you but I do want to say that when our tour manager Steven does the security meeting at the beginning of the night, he'll say to the security guards, people are going to be giving Jack the finger or calling him motherfucker, it's a sign of endearment in this fandom, don't tackle them, and I appreciate that about you... my point was this: We're not going to walk off the stage and put on our big boy pants and walk back on the stage and do the big boy applause. We're not gonna do it, okay? We're gonna play the whole fucking show till we can't stand any more, so right now, that's no shade to any encores but we're not gonna do it. We're gonna give everything we've fucking got. So, this is the moment before we take this shit to the moon, and that's how it goes at a Bleachers show... motherfucker. So, you got one more verse and chorus to kinda sing your backup, but get the energy right, okay? Get the energy straight!

[Verse 3]
There ain't no book that I can live by
Just these naggings I can't shake
There's a hum coming from the basement
A little crying out for crying out's sake
'Cause if I can learn to love your shadow
When your shadow hits the light
And there ain't no trace of what we've been through
I'll shout it till the day that I die

[Chorus]
Hey, I'm still inside your fast machine
I'm always holding your love supreme
My old 45s spinning out of time
But honey, I'm still on your side

[Outro]
Well, honey, I'm still on your side
Hey!