Living on a farm road,
Taking all your time slow,
Cheering from the bleachers,
Don't you wish your life was gold,
I bet you do.
Passing out your lighter,
Sneeking through the doorway,
Faking like you just stayed home,
That's how it really goes,
You know it does.

But don't think that we're bad,
Don't think we're bad at all,
It just takes some time alone.

Hey hey girl,
We're the wild type,
But we've been around the
Block once too many times tonight.
 [bad word] up at the disco,
Slipping in a k-hole,
Sleeping in the park's no fun,
They say we need an education,
Lack imagination,
Holding out for something dumb,
Damaged like the beat cop,
Kicking for the third time, split the bowl,
And now we're done, bread and butter,
Crying on the subway, waiting on a cold day,
Duck your head, cause here [bad word] 

But don't think that we're bad,
Don't think we're bad at all,
It just takes some time alone.

Hey hey girl,
We're the wild type,
But we've been around the,
Block once too many times tonight.