You called that night i couldn't sleep
In Connecticut winter, I'd only dream
How we'll get homes and friends rebuilt some more
Driving like princes of Lahore
Run and get into strangers' cars
Ride me down the greenest boulevard
If it wasn't for all that petrol spent
I'd make you see all of Lahore again
This city is big, but small tonight
Our mums are calling us home left and right
The boys have given up on us
Westerners and our wrong kind of fun
'Bout to become a victim of the day, so later
Let's paint the town red, red, red with traitors
In pools, we waste our minds and morals
Get drunk, forget our own damn sorrows
There's no more time, we won't return
You can yell at me, mum, over the phone
Tonight, we're sane and scared no more
Driving like princes of Lahore
Got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my sources
Wrote a 15-pager, 15-pager on the boyzes
Took it to the office, got a baddie to endorse it
You call me pretty easy, I'm like - I'm like - I'm a f*cking whore, sis
Dil phaenk key aayi thi, yaar
Jaan-e-jaan, politely
Dil phaenk key jaaon gi
Bro, highkey
Lay down your arms, we fight no more
We swing with fags, oh we are the whores
Pass me the joint, na, once more
While I drive like a goddamn prince in
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You called that night i couldn't sleep
In Connecticut winter, I'd only dream
How we'll get homes and friends rebuilt some more
Driving like princes of Lahore
Run and get into strangers' cars
Ride me down the greenest boulevard
If it wasn't for all that petrol spent
I'd make you see all of Lahore again
This city is big, but small tonight
Our mums are calling us home left and right
The boys have given up on us
Westerners and our wrong kind of fun
'Bout to become a victim of the day, so later
Let's paint the town red, red, red with traitors
In pools, we waste our minds and morals
Get drunk, forget our own damn sorrows
There's no more time, we won't return
You can yell at me, mum, over the phone
Tonight, we're sane and scared no more
Driving like princes of Lahore
Got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my sources
Wrote a 15-pager, 15-pager on the boyzes
Took it to the office, got a baddie to endorse it
You call me pretty easy, I'm like - I'm like - I'm a f*cking whore, sis
Dil phaenk key aayi thi, yaar
Jaan-e-jaan, politely
Dil phaenk key jaaon gi
Bro, highkey
Lay down your arms, we fight no more
We swing with fags, oh we are the whores
Pass me the joint, na, once more
While I drive like a goddamn prince in
In Connecticut winter, I'd only dream
How we'll get homes and friends rebuilt some more
Driving like princes of Lahore
Run and get into strangers' cars
Ride me down the greenest boulevard
If it wasn't for all that petrol spent
I'd make you see all of Lahore again
This city is big, but small tonight
Our mums are calling us home left and right
The boys have given up on us
Westerners and our wrong kind of fun
'Bout to become a victim of the day, so later
Let's paint the town red, red, red with traitors
In pools, we waste our minds and morals
Get drunk, forget our own damn sorrows
There's no more time, we won't return
You can yell at me, mum, over the phone
Tonight, we're sane and scared no more
Driving like princes of Lahore
Got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my sources
Wrote a 15-pager, 15-pager on the boyzes
Took it to the office, got a baddie to endorse it
You call me pretty easy, I'm like - I'm like - I'm a f*cking whore, sis
Dil phaenk key aayi thi, yaar
Jaan-e-jaan, politely
Dil phaenk key jaaon gi
Bro, highkey
Lay down your arms, we fight no more
We swing with fags, oh we are the whores
Pass me the joint, na, once more
While I drive like a goddamn prince in
Writer: Zulfiqar Mannan
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