311 - Wild Nights lyrics

I had to find out Figure it for myself Now I have no doubt What it looks like in hell Nights of remission Are lived in quite a view Let's light the fuse quick And see just what this thing can do Let's just get crazy with it Once again Give it a spin my friend We're gonna test the limits Where would we be Without the wild nights Without the lows and highs Failing to get it right Where would we be Without the wild nights Barely getting by The days of getting high Whoa oh oh Spinning with the rhythm In this world we'll bring DJ's and Friday nights And all the mornings uh I want to live a little And no it's not a riddle And your attention yeah I will need a little Take it up when we hear the stage Rocking Boba Fett just how we wage Been apart for months and days But what's in the clouds Well it's just haze Let's just get crazy with it Once again Give it a spin my friend We're gonna test the limits Where would we be Without the wild nights Without the lows and highs Failing to get it right Where would we be Without the wild nights Barely getting by The days of getting high Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh Where would we be Without the wild nights Without the lows and highs Failing to get it right Where would we be Without the wild nights Barely getting by The days of getting high Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh