The Polyphonic Spree - La La

La-la la-la la la-la-la
(La-la la-la la la-la-la throughout background of verse)
If you walk out and face a good day
Somehow the look seems to fall off your face
Wonder whose finding this all a game
Then they're slipping down in decay
Wooooooohh
La-la la-la la la-la-laaa
La-la la-la la la-la-la
Some how you fall down, you pick up the ground
Keep all the message and make a new sound
Why not, what not, slip into ice
If you want more, take some advice
La-la la-la la la-la-la La-la la-la la la-la-la
Ladadadada, ladadadada
La-la la-la la la-la-la aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh (angelicly, all together)