Casiotone For The Painfully Alone Optimist Vs. The Silent Alarm (when The Saints Go Marching In)
We're skeletons of cigarettes
& empty cans & bottles
& we tear out of the parking lot
the engine at full throttle
& we met a route with all right turns
so lights won't get us caught
we got a mess of cash in duffel bags
& every penny's hot
well hallelujah well hallelujah
oh & we're laughing through the fear
that we'll never make the clear
oh & you've never looked so dear
it's the end of our career
we'll ditch the car in Wisconsin
& hide out in the trees
& I know a dude in Madison
who owes some favours to me
with the money in the back seat baby
we could buy a house
& raise a little family on Schlitz
& Mickey Mouse
well hallelujah well hallelujah
oh & we're laughing through the fear
that we'll never make the clear
oh & you've never looked so dear
it's the end of our career
