Hard Earned Money

We put our hard earned money

In the taco stand

And then we ran ran ran

In the marathon

When the cops they came

We were all long gone

Because we had taken

The subway

And the world moved slow

In the evening, hours

And you can't control

Your own heart rate

And i should know

Because i have that friend

Who had that friend

Whose neighbour died

And some say

He became a ghost that day

And he just just floats around

I assume

It's like some invisible baloon

Hovering inches from the ground

Well it's hard to read

And it's hard to write

But i wrote wrote wrote

A three verse song

When my wrist fell off

A blue bird cried

Let's only hope

It was the first time

Well they called my house

But i was not home

And my phone machine

Is twelve years old

And you should know

Because you have that friend

Who had that friend

Whose father said

He said "son

The perfect girl is like a gun

But she's hard

To hold

Once you see

Your one and only death machine

Never never never

Never never never

Let her go"

We put our hard earned money

In the old trans-am

And it burn burn burned

Until midnight

If the cops they come

Let's both take off

We can tell the boss

We were wrong