It’s riding in cars
At midnight and more
Drinking our cokes
And making our jokes

We’re bad
We’re evil
We kick doors
We trick floors
We make chaos wherever we go
We’re bad

It’s standing
On the ceiling
Laughing about nothing
And teasing gravity

It’s throwing plates
At the kitchen wall
Screaming at each other
And making art with the pieces

We’re bad
We’re evil
We kick doors
We trick floors
We make chaos wherever we go
We’re bad

We are trouble
With a few props
We should not stop
In our crop tops

It’s walking outside
In the dark, dark cold
Caring about nothing
And feeling every little thing

We’re bad