Bite the hand I know she doesn’t care
Leave a trail the hounds will find us anywhere
Call the cops and tell em what we’ve done
Tell em that tonight we stole your father’s guns
With your right hand, you sayin
“I think we’re gonna be so close”
Let’s sing a song, on our way back home
You and me shooting holes in the moon
You and me shooting holes in the moon
Take my hand there’s no one here to see
Push your bones against the earth with me
With your right hand you saying
“I think it’s gonna be so close”
Let’s sing a song on our way back home
You and me shooting holes in the moon
You and me shooting holes in the moon
On our way back home.