Alexander, our older brother
Set out for a, a great adventure
He tore our images out of his pictures
He scratched our names out of all his letters
Our mother shoulda just named you Laïka
Come on Alex, you can do it
Come on Alex, there's nothing to it
If you want something don't ask for nothing
If you want nothing don't ask for something
Our mother shoulda just named you Laïka
It's for your own good
It's for the neighborhood
The neighborhood
Our older brother, bit by a vampire
For a year, we caught his tears in a cup
And now we're gonna make him drink it
Come on Alex, don't die or dry up
Our mother shoulda just named you Laïka
It's for your own good
It's for the neighborhood
The neighborhood
When daddy comes home, you always start a fight
So the neighbors can dance in the police disco lights
The police disco lights, the police disco lights
Now the neighbors can dance, now the neighbors can dance
Now the neighbors can dance, now the neighbors can dance, look at 'em dance
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