never could be still for long
and i could never hold a job
coupled with a weakness for cocaine and liquor
not much you can do for love

when i met you i broke the mold
i fell apart [bad word] my hair
whiskey shakes for ten whole days
stay off the streets at night for weeks

i don't wanna be your catholic pagan now that you're here
we're counting on each other for love, survival, and everything else

please don't padlock your parent's bomb shelter
or fill her up with dust and ash
a landfill mecca for burnouts
and listless adolescent sour mash

i'm not saying that i've earned love
but i could really use it now
so turn out the lights over and over and over
we'll figure out the rest somehow

i don't wanna be [bad word] bride not anymore
barack hussein obama would have a field day if he knew at all

sorry we have to go
have to go