We come in the middle of the night –
We don’t care if we shine so bright –
And we don’t care what you saw
Or what you might
We’re gonna make it like those pictures in your mind
We gonna rock it like the Holy Jackson 5
And we pray to a different god
Paper crowns and our wolf suits on
We gonna stamp our feet and throw our mouths so wide
We gonna make it like those pictures in your mind
We gonna run, we are those Things out in the Wild
Hold your pictures to the light
Hold your children every night
And we run with our red shoes on and
We don’t know if we’re right or wrong
But we will bring you close
And show you how to cry
We’re gonna make it like a picture in the sky
We gonna rock it like the Holy Jackson 5
We gonna run, we are those Things out in the Wild