Endgame

There won't be another you There won't be another me There won't be another time There won't be another place There won't be another dance There won't be another chance Let's just bring on man to man Right before the nation ends It's now or never In a New York minute On a double Just you and me You wanna punch me in the face Send my teeth flying like piano keys I'll have your balls hanging from my rearview Like sponge dice they look pretty cute