Too much style in this town
I'm not having it, I'm not having it
Where nothing real can be found
I'm not having it, I'm not having it
We should get out and drive all night
Skin and lips make us all right
Don't think I [bad word] down
I'm not having it, I'm not having it

Wake me up from all my long lost nights
'Cause I don't know if I can get it right
Times for dreaming were so ridiculous
Hey beautiful, let's finish this
So hard to say it's over

Fall out from the day
I'm not having it, I'm not having it
No interest in anything
I'm not having it, I'm not having it
No more wine lips or stamps to lick
Packed up suitcase, an empty wish
No more love in the way
I'm not having it, I'm not having it

I've been down and out but lived through it
Pretty ones get fixed with cough [bad word] Stroke your neck and look up at the sky
Now we're done, let's finish this
So hard to say it's over

Too much styles in this town
And I'm not having it, I'm not having it
It's got me up on the down
And I'm not having it, I'm not having [bad word] together to fall apart
This is where we kill our start
So many things are so right
And I'm not having it, I'm not having it

Brothers, sisters, the the [bad word] words are fights
I don't know if I can get it right
We were dreaming - so ridiculous
Hey beautiful, let's finish this
So hard to say it's over
Over, it's over, yeah