Cryptozoology Songtext

von Patrick Stump

Impress me, good luck
Impress me, good luck
Impress me, good luck
Impress me, good luck

I'm not from Williamsburg or Silver Lake
Does anybody have any other obvious complaints?
Stop trying to get it
'Cause I can almost hear you trying to hard yeah

They saw the shadow of a figure in the night
Something unhuman fleeing from the scene of the crime
Those little flashes
Just wreak havoc on the mind

I don't have to prove myself to you
I don't have to prove myself to you
You're standing with your arms crossed
Nose turned up like you're saying
Impress me, good luck
Impress me, good luck
And I don't have to prove myself to you

They got the search party looking for the ghost of the child
But what if he grew up? He never died
In these old haunts you get the every little feeling
Like you're under dead eyes, yeah

Cryptozoology, you just might exist
Call me in the morning if that misconception still persists
Some days I may express myself in curious ways

I don't have to prove myself to you
I don't have to prove myself to you
You're standing with your arms crossed
Nose turned up like you're saying
Impress me; good luck
Impress me; good luck
But I don't have to prove myself to you

I don't have to prove myself to you
I don't have to prove myself to you
You're standing with your arms crossed
Nose turned up like you're saying
Impress me; good luck
Impress me; good luck
I don't have to prove myself to you