"Open Arms"

You're a law unto yourself
And we don't suffer dreamers
But neither should you walk the earth alone

So with finger rolls and folding chairs 
And a volley of streamers
We can be there for tweaks and repairs
Should [bad word] back home

We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my [bad word] home again

Tables are for pounding here
And when we've got you surrounded
The man you are will know the boy you were

And you're not the man who fell to earth
You're the man of La Mancha
And we've love enough to light the street
'Cause everybody's here

We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my [bad word] home again
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my [bad word] home again

Everyone's here
Everyone's here
The moon is out looking for trouble
And everyone's here

Everyone's here
Everyone's here
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
And everyone's here

We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my [bad word] home again
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my [bad word] home again

Everyone's here
Everyone's here 
Everyone's [bad word] home again

The moon is out looking for trouble
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
The moon is face down in a puddle
And everyone's here