I've got to hurry
Before it all falls down
What's the hurry
We're here and proud
Nothing's funny
The light's been drowned
By all that's funny
I think I get it now
(You think you get it now?)
Nothing's pretty
Where I go
In the back seat of your motor
Were we going? what's the score?
Well, I know you're out there, you're willing and able
Your dealing your cards under the table
I'm the front seat, you're in the back room
And there's nothing that I can say to get to you
Well, I know you're out there, you're willing and able
Your dealing your cards under the table
I'm the front seat, you're in the back room
And there's nothing that I can say to get to you