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full title: Optimist Vs. The Silent Alarm (When The Saints Go Marching In)Oh there's skeletons and cigarettes and empty cans and bottlesAnd we tear out of the parking lot, the engine at full throttleYou mapped a route with all right turns so lights don't get us caughtWe've got a mess of cash in duffel bags and every penny's hotWell hallelujahWell hallelujahAnd we're laughing through the fear that we'll never make the clearOh and you've never looked so dear, it's the end of our careerWe'll ditch the car in Wisconsin and hide out in the treesAnd I know a dude in Madison who owes some favors to meWith the money in the backseat, baby, we could buy a houseAnd raise a little family on Shlitz and Mickey MouseWell hallelujahWell hallelujahAnd we're laughing through the fear that we'll never make the clearOh and you've never looked so dear, it's the end of our career Aus Songtexte Mania