Upside Down

Every single night I watch the evening news and wonder
If the cards are really stacked, if they’re coming from the dealer
If the the drinks are truly free, and the odds are in my favor
Someone better go go go, get the Meyer, yeah
Cut it up, cut it up, it’s Friday night
And in my experience the timings right
Yeah, let’s cut it up, cut it up, it ain’t my fault
It’s a love song, girl, come turn it up
Everything is upside down
Everything is upside down
Every single word that is uttered from the tower
On the roofs of Manhattan to the bombs of the summer
In the bars, in the gutters, in the ears of your lover
In the words of the sinner, in the thoughts of your father, yeah
Run it up, run it up, it’s Monday night
And in my experience the traffic’s light
Yeah, let’s run it up, run it up, it ain’t my tab
It’s a love song, man, come breath it in
Everything is upside down
Everything is upside down
Everything is upside down
Everything is upside down
In the words of the sinner, in the thoughts of your father, yeah
Cut it up, cut it up, it’s Friday night
And in my experience the timings right
Yeah, let’s cut it up, cut it up, it ain’t my fault
It’s a love song, girl, come turn it up
(Everything is upside down)
Everything is upside down
(Everything is upside down)
Everything is upside down…