Blue air and black clothes,
Looking for a different road than the long way home,
If you could use a wink than I'll give you one,
I can hold a drink while you talk on the phone,
We could be alright,
You've got a hell of a face and I'm good in a fight,
We could hit the road with your old guitar,
We could switch to robbing banks if they hate our songs.
Cause you are,
Skulls and crossbones and f**ing hard rock songs,
Stayed up all night, I'll be on the rooftop,
When the sun comes in the morning,
From your bl**job cigarette smoking,
Baby mine, baby mine,
We could be forever but it'd be a hell of a waste of your time.
Cold hands and bleary eyes,
Making wishes on the tails of satellites,
You're a little sore now where your bones were broke,
A little crazy cause your mamma did lots of coke,
Black boots in the summer dust,
Everybody goes to heaven but the people like us,
Cause there's gotta be a way out of here,
Burn down this town by the end of the year.