Had another late night last night
Had the city up in arms
Had another late night last night
Sound the fun funston alarm
The broken gems that fill our wall
Are trophies of the nights haul
This evidence is building up
But we're still laughing, we're not caught
We lost the war, but won the battle
Pulled out the rug from under
We lost the war, but won the battle
They thought they had our number
The holy grail of all our treasures
Not in our hands, but in our sights
The weathered sign that taunts us reading
"Four Year Old Cheddar" tonight
We take the leap and knock it down
The lights come on, the sirens sound
We're caught for such a foolish prize
The war is lost but we're still alive
We lost the war, but won the battle
Pulled out the rug from under
We lost the war, but won the battle
They thought they had our number
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