We put our hard earned money In the taco stand And then we ran ran ran In the marathon When the cops they came We were all long gone Because we had taken The subway
And the world moved slow In the evening, hours And you can't control Your own heart rate And I should know Because I have that friend Who had that friend Whose neighbour died
And some say He became a ghost that day And he just just floats around
I assume It's like some invisible baloon Hovering inches from the ground
Well it's hard to read And it's hard to write But I wrote wrote wrote A three verse song When my wrist fell off A blue bird cried Let's only hope It was the first time
Well they called my house But I was not home And my phone machine Is twelve years old And you should know Because you have that friend Who had that friend Whose father said
He said "son The perfect girl is like a gun But she's hard To hold Once you see Your one and only death machine Never never never Never never never Let her go"
We put our hard earned money In the old trans-am And it burn burn burned Until midnight If the cops they come Let's both take off We can tell the boss We were wrong